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letra de story of my life, sadly and happily - ysn flow

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
this sh-t get deep, no, we can’t make up
we just run down on them barefaced
iced out shackles on my wrist, bro tryna duck a fed case
fighting demons everyday, can’t go do what my head say
murder on my mind, don’t make me turn this to a red place

[verse]
i could go and do the sh-t they can’t and they’d still hate
i took losses, ain’t let that affect me, b-tch, i’m still great
they smile up in your face, behind your back they real fake
hungry and i’m grinding, i ain’t stopping until my meal ate
i’m still tryna see that big stagе
[?] disorder, no, i’m not tryna see my b-tch change
i know that i’m rich but i ain’t stopping ’til i’m big paid
giant around the city so i’m riding with thеm big thangs
so blessed my jewelry glizzing, i just was in the trenches
everybody ’round me got respect, can’t hang with b-tches
and if you ever heard that i got robbed, that’s probably fiction
[?] on the n-gga says he said that it was tension
told my jewelry, “b-tch, you so disgusting”, jewelry p-ssing
and i still don’t stop at red lights, tryna keep my head right
psycho, i like red knives, stab him, that’s a red knife
i know that you probably won’t show love until i’m dead, right?
i know that you probably forgot all the sh-t i said, right?
[chorus]
this sh-t get deep, no, we can’t make up
we just run down on them barefaced
iced out shackles on my wrist, bro tryna duck a fed case
fighting demons everyday, can’t go do what my head say
murder on my mind, don’t make me turn this to a red place

[verse 2]
my angel got me, wanna k!ll n-ggas
shoot the second faces up off a cloud, i’m sparing real n-ggas
don’t promote no violence but the police gotta deal with it
locked in with them n-ggas who’s still twisted
ain’t no deal with ’em
you only see the real with us, pop pills for anxiety
never told you, now you can’t believe so why you lie to me?
everybody swear that they ain’t fake, somebody gotta be
police did interrogate, never got sh-t out of me
f-ck the opps, i know they watching, plan on popping me
wrap it up, yeah, i’m talking chop it up
bad b-tch from overseas, know she like me ’cause i stack it up
lot of different women in the room, i told ’em beg it up
throw that lil’ sh-t raw to the gang, i know it’s fat in us
[?] bullsh-t but the money adding up
know i ain’t no k!ller but will k!ll you, get me mad enough
surprise i ain’t od from the xans ’cause i was sad enough
only fifteen popping fifteen pills a day
i just want this feeling away
[chorus]
this sh-t get deep, no, we can’t make up
we just run down on them barefaced
iced out shackles on my wrist, bro tryna duck a fed case
fighting demons everyday, can’t go do what my head say
murder on my mind, don’t make me turn this to a red place

- ysn flow

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