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letra de freestyle - yg

[verse]
real n-gg-, self made, that’s straight up
i don’t walk in the door ’til them n-gg-s pay up
n-gg-s start trippin’
we bust, they duck, they run, they stuck, they homie hit, they f-cked
n-gg-, that’s how it go in the hood
mike see the hood, hit up on the store in the hood
you can catch me on the 8 or on the 4 in the hood
on the bike runnin’ from the popos in the hood
went months without cable ’cause my momma wasn’t able
now i’m stacking paper, tryna sign the homies to the label
n-gg-s stay hatin’ and i stay bangin’
i never gave a f-ck or caught fades in my braces
the game is so basic
you probably think it’s complicated
’cause most of these n-gg-s mindsets is discombobulated
my bad, sorry for the big -ss words
flyin’ on jets that look like big -ss birds
i f-ck with gangsters, strippers, rich -ss nerds
n-gg-, this that herb
let me hit that purp
that b-tch you wit’, i hit that first
i heard your girl from the flip, yeah that b-tch got burnt
half of these n-gg-s lyin’ ’bout all the n-gg-s they murked
i’m a g ’til i’m buried six feet under the dirt
yeah, my momma all sad that i’m never at home
and my daddy all happy that i’m finally on
pushaz ink, all i know is pushaz ink to the dome
i got shooters, them n-gg-s only think with the chrome
i’ll sneak in your home
yup, i used to be a flock boy
i grew up breaking the rules ’cause i was listenin’ to hot boys, b-tch

- yg

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