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letra de full circle - young noble & deuce deuce

[intro: deuce deuce]
yeah
yeah

[verse 1: deuce deuce]
time change well as my mind frame
i sustain, tell my blood stain “you feel a thug pain”
was it the same? (was it?) n-gga i slung ‘caine and dingbats
young n-gga tryna get that (get that) they said all we do is spit raps
others struggle in the hustle, i ain’t grow up poppin’ bottles
sh-t real on the corner, duckin’ them hollows (phew)
they said we’d die today, i ain’t seein’ tomorrow
they thinkin’ life a party, it’s all fun and games
’til on the ground, layin’ a body, they spittin’ gimmicks
they ain’t live it, hearts ain’t in it, that’s the difference
between you and twentytwo and the gеneral
for those down below, provincial, fеderal
one day just pray, for a better view i’m tellin’ you
he ain’t ya dog, if he ain’t try to put you on
rather throw it in yo’ face how he ahead of you

[chorus: young n0ble]
live fast, die young, that’s the price of the game (price of the game)
man, that’s the price of the game (d-mn)
duckin’ them strays bullets gots no name (no names)
man, that’s the price of the game
look, it’s up to you, if you willin’ to change (willin’ to change)
best believe that’s a part of the game
young n-gga doin’ time in a cell (cell) cuffs and chains (cuffs and chains)
lil’ homie that’s a part of the game (yeah) that’s the price of the game
[verse 2: young n0ble]
in the streets, you gotta take the bitter with the sweet (sweet)
e’ybody starvin’, e’ybody tryna eat (d-mn)
friends become family, and sometimes enemies (enemies)
ya own folks they don’t wanna see you on ya feet (on ya feet)
late night, you don’t wanna see me wit’ the heat (wit’ the heat)
tryna get back what’s owed to me (owed to me)
lost too many homies, this ain’t how it’s ‘posed to be (how it’s ‘posed to be)
i see these roaches, tryna get close to me (close to me)
tryna soak me for my energy, and drain my power (drain my power)
you can see it in they face man these cowards is sour
yeah, they gone off the powder, see it on they nose
once you see through the lies, truth get exposed (yeah)
a outlaw ’til my casket is closed (closed)
student of the game, yeah i mastered my flows (mastered my flows)
young n0b’ and the good brother deuce (yeah)
your people ain’t good for ya? (man) you gotta cut them loose (c’mon)

- young noble deuce deuce

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