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letra de is what it is - young roddy

[verse 1: young roddy]
i’m breaking her heart, she love me to death
i’m speaking my mind, not under my breath
i lived with my granny that’s right by the [?]
where n-ggas get robbed, n-ggas get whacked
where n-ggas play foul, they give you a tec
like 4 in the morning, they flipping a pack
circle the block, a gun on their lap
i buried lil bro, they hoping i’m next
they call me the goat, they say i’m a threat
you crossing that line, but karmas a b-tch
i pull up on slay, he fresh out the pen
if i give you my word, that’s rеal as it get
my n-gga getting high on his own supply
he told mе he quit, but he doing it again
played with the fam, he empty the clip
stand over the body and shoot him again
been through the pain, i know how it feel
sold crack to my folks, i know that’s a sin
been in the cold, stood over the stove
now who would’ve thought that i’d go legit
my youngin’ a k!lla, that n-gga like curry
when he go to shooting, that n-gga don’t miss
fresh out the ghetto where n-ggas be tweaking
when they go to itching, they get ’em a fix
aim at ya top, that’s word to [?]
b-tch all them l’s we took, we gotta win
stood in the rain, was selling cocaine
when the money low, we got it in
still in the field, they shooting to k!ll
my n-gga buck, he’ll k!ll ya for real
my n-gga [?] keep him a scale
free all my n-ggas that’s locked up in jail
[verse 2: kidd kidd]
free all my n-ggas that’s locked up in jail
k!ll all the n-ggas that want go and tell
just had a talk with my dawg on the phone
he making sales off a cell in a cell
he came from nothing but guns and a prayer
pop in a clip and go shoot a premiere
man that lil n-gga cost so many bodies
i had to sit down when they gave him the chair
they kicked in the door, i’m glad i wasn’t there
i got my ticket, but life wasn’t fair
i’m watching n-ggas go round in a circle
i was too short for the ferris wheel
can’t name a n-gga that’s half as real
i had to stand in line with my mama
getting that commodity can of milk
that’s a section 8 welfare check getting ass family there
been in that water since [?] threw me in the pool
[?] i had to swim
breaking guys off in school, f-ck you, who is you?
ain’t n0body gon’ handle him
i’m one of them ones for real
can’t play me like a hoe, i ain’t no mother madea
i wish i was their when my homie got k!lled
i wish i signed me a deal for a mil
wished on a star and some rappers appeared
touring the world, now i’m back in the field
i’m trying to restore and bring back the feel
man on the real
man this world all kind of fake
know a b-tch right now
real as the f-ck, but her whole body fake
[verse 3: trademark da skydiver]
wish i was there when my brother got k!lled
r.i.p. evan lee lewis
yea he was a [?]
a 9th ward legend, had a green legend
with the grey leather, chrome on the wheels
my n-gga been gone for a minute
i remember our memories together and shed me some tears
i’m numb from the pain, i smoke an l
keep a smile on my face, but i’m hurting for real
i’ve been through a lot
keep me a pistol equipped with a dot
aim for the stars, i’m taking my shot
so close to the top, all gas no stops
do this for the fam, f-ck fame
bean a real one, and i’ll never change
had dark times, now it’s better days
didn’t know at the time i was f-cking with lames
missed out on bags that i could’ve made
thought you was 100, brother, my day one
but f-ck it, that’s my mistake
crazy how my dawg shed his skin and slithered on me
just like a rattlesnake
f-ck the past, focus on the bag
catching plays like i was golden state
cut from a different cloth
if you don’t stand on business, we can’t relate
never been a fake love type n-gga, i’m 100 everyday
on no sleep for 2 weeks, to make sure my family straight
streets or the stew, i’m making do what it do
i’m getting a bag today

- young roddy

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