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letra de dead & famous - yung bleu

[intro: yung bleu]
(sephgotthewaves)
(jwestbeats)
if i could make it out the streets, i’d take the whole hood with me
bet awards, i got the whole hood with me
he get out of line, i put a hole in a n-gga
thuggin’ in these streets, they took the soul from a n-gga

[chorus: nocap]
said i’d rather be alive and local than dead and famous
i was taught to hit him, stand over him when i’m aiming
he been sellin’ birds so long, the police angry
she been around me for a week, i still don’t know what her name is
i just came in for the takeover
i got different color b-tches, crayola
backwoods for the dissin’, we gon’ roll up
it don’t matter where i go, i don’t go sober

[verse 1: nocap]
if i could stay up out the streets, a n-gga would’ve been bigger, woah
won’t play my cards with you again ’cause i don’t wanna deal with you, ayy
main n-gga switched up, sh-t got my heart heavy
n-gga, f-ck amiri jeans, thirty in my embellish
know i changed the rap game, but i don’t get no credit
don’t touch my chain, give you n-ggas nothin’ but lead
montana got shot by the police while i was on set
i wanna get him out the streets, but now he goin’ fed
i wanna dig my granny up and bury all this cash
you see it in my eyes, don’t you? but you never ask

[verse 2: yung bleu]
sellin’ drugs, same n-gga that i trap with
fell in love with a b-tch i used to rap with
hit him up
can’t fit the d-ck up in her mouth, she gon’ spit it up
no favoritism, anybody play, we hit ’em up
street n-gga, played the block and i wasn’t booksmart
i ain’t no bully, but all my cars, they be push-start
gave him a sack and he ain’t move it, call him rosa parks
we from the jungle, you can’t be around here after dark
this chopper, it got ten clips like 106 & park
yeah, run it like a relay
and if you play the opps, sh-t, we up it on the dj
run around k!llin’ sh-t like we just got this sh-t on freeplay, yeah
now where the opps stay? where the cops stay?
if they k!ll another n-gga, we gon’ bust it broad day
fifty thousand to my lawyer, i just beat a large case
and i had to hit her with my glove on like i’m floyd may’
and i ain’t trustin’ no b-tches, i’m skeptical
but them diamonds in the bustdown oyster perpetual
left all my sins in the church, i just did a confessional
havin’ a condom f-ckin’ you, you know i’m a professional, you know i…

[verse 3: nocap]
it don’t matter where i go, i got that iron on me
put that s-m-n in her throat, i got her neck concrete
i don’t know how much he weigh, he softer than a poundcake
i don’t know who n-ggas know, i’m clutchin’ on my fanbase

[verse 4: yung bleu]
i wear black and white, no, i can’t listen what the klan say
no smile up on my face, i’m lookin’ like i had a bad day
and i will k!ll you broad day, well, b-tch, don’t care ’bout what them fans say
that lambo got the kit, i’m lookin’ like i’m finna drag race

- yung bleu

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