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letra de "never had shit" - young nooski

[intro]
(jd on tha beat, fool)
yeah, uh, uh
(grrah, grrah, boom!)
ayy, ayy, ayy
b-tch, i’m back on that sh-t again, ya heard me?
(skrrt—bah!)

[chorus]
they said i’d die in them trenches, never had no peace (nah)
twelve years old, with a glock, posted on that east (bah, bah!)
n-gga talk tough, he get put to sleep, no time for beef (p-ssy!)
i seen my homie catch a shot, that sh-t done f-cked with me (f-cked me up)
they say nooski wild as h-ll, i say, “b-tch, that’s facts” (that’s facts!)
ridin’ with that .30, hop out, put him on his back (boom!)
he was talkin’ tough online—now he in a pack (pack!)
mama cryin’ ’cause her son got caught up in that trap (f-ck!)

[verse]
i was young, i was broke, had to take them risks (no cap!)
robbed a n-gga with a mask, told him, “give me all your sh-t” (gimme that!)
i ain’t playin’ games with no opp, i’m tryna send a blitz (blrrt!)
we was 4 deep in that whip, ridin’ dirty with them sticks (with them sticks!)
they shot my cousin, he ain’t make it—now my heart is gone (r.i.p.)
i don’t trust a f-ckin’ soul, b-tch, i’m ridin’ on my own (f-ck y’all!)
i got demons in my dreams, i see blood on every stone (on god)
if i catch that n-gga lackin’, leave his face blown (boom, boom!)
grew up in a war zone, ain’t no handouts (nah!)
f-ck the system, f-ck the judge, i’ma stand out (f-ck ’em!)
had to get it on my own, had no d-mn route
now i’m thuggin’ in designer, brought them bands out (big racks!)
[bridge]
(ha!)
y’all lil’ boys ain’t like me
(f-ck all that internet sh-t)
y’all don’t know how that pain feel
(i had to make a way—by any means)
(grrah!)

[chorus]
they said i’d die in them trenches, never had no peace (no peace)
twelve years old, with a glock, posted on that east (on gang!)
n-gga talk tough, he get put to sleep, no time for beef (p-ssy!)
i seen my homie catch a shot, that sh-t done f-cked with me (f-cked with me)
they say nooski wild as h-ll, i say, “b-tch, that’s facts” (facts!)
ridin’ with that .30, hop out, put him on his back (boom!)
he was talkin’ tough online—now he in a pack (haha!)
mama cryin’ ’cause her son got caught up in that trap (trap!)

[outro]
(yeah)
long live my dawgs, man
i do this for y’all
f-ck them opps, they know what it is
young nooski in this b-tch, first drop—b-tch, i’m here
(grrah, grrah, boom—b-tch!)

- young nooski

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