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letra de the system - yung blood

tight pistol grip
have that 30 rounds in the f-cking clip
load the choppa up then i let it rip
don’t let me catch u slip
make my trigger finger itch
i’ll leave your snitch -ss in a ditch
why yall getting mad, cuz im getting rich?
yung mob boy you know we is the sh-t
yung blood in the cut
and i left you with a st-tch
why you flinch?
i ain’t throwing hands but i hit you with the stick
hear the trigger click
leaving my hands stained red
thinking about all my homies that is dead
just tryna get my bread
f-ck the f-cking feds
getting bullets since a kid
gettin led
putting hollow tips right through they head
i got a lot of people wanting me dead
i’m fed and i stay eating up my bread
but i stay hungry
my stomach rumble
i been humble
i leave your whole city in the rubble
white boys ain’t want to f-ck with me
ya they knew i was trouble
in the struggle pistols popping bodies be dropping
hearing sirens f-cking calling
his consciousness falling
final thought is they gonna take him to jail
next thing you know he at the gates of h-ll
yungin i seen how that system fell
h-ll burnin at 666 degree
land of the free
sea of the snakes
all the sh-t the government been feeding you is so fake
they want us to hate
not integrate, to isolate
the country banned us it’s an all white gate
racism still going on till the date
tryna dictate what i say
this a no slave state
now your lies have been uncloaked
these racist -ss cops devotes all their time to being a crooked joke
broken system trying to invoke brothers and keep them broke
this world is cruel you gotta stay woke
watch your back boy before you getting f-cking smoked
hustling every d-mn day for that sh-t i love the most
anyone asking for it gonna get turned to ghosts
with this heavy machinery
all i see is greenery
look outside and all i see is bl–dy scenery
f-ck boy gonna get hit with these
don’t ever talk no sh-t to me
claming u been in these streets
flexing but your sh-t is weak
my boys h-tting licks everyday of the week
im 14 my life ain’t even at it’s peak
you seen what i’m wearing i know that you peep
pouring out blood like a sea
this sh-t is getting deep in
my boys stay eating
grim reaping on yall p-ssy -ss f-ggots
yungins stealing and making bad -ss habits
trappers at 13 was pushing on that dope
so much smoke in the air you getting choked
on that loud i stay afloat
in my life i ain’t never gon be broke
i’ve been preaching ever since the first time i ever spoke
cl-ss in session son start takin notes
god spoke to me said i was gon be one of the goats
told the feds adios
if they wana find me they gon really have to search
moms always getting mad at me never listening church
i was digging up these graves to put these mother f-ckers right in that dirt
song shaking up the earth
i‘m money chasing
the feds on my case
i just keep spending my cash i ain’t complacent
i ain’t write nothing on that statement
what y’all f-ggot -ss rappers just be saying
everytime that you speak i be slaying
line them up then i spray them
laying heads up they thinking i’m sadam husain
praying i won’t come for you the sh-t i’m displaying
the words i’m saying i’m protraying a savior with the master key
they wanna extradite me
want me to go away
f-ck boy i was born here so im here to stay
ain’t no taken my rights away
load the chopper up
then i let it spray
when i hear them talking had the 50 cal right by my side
today gonna be your doomsday
i put a bullet through your eye so i know you f-ckin died
homies telling cops the same lies
they my ride or die
have pistol pointed right to the sky
tryna k!ll god when he not giving me what i like
taking this day like another fight
hit them with that 2 piece with all my might
watch how the light goes out just like the night
blood pouring down the curb under the street lights
these streets not nice
corrupted youth endured by the life of selling on the curb
cuz they ain’t tryna work no 9 to 5
f-ck a suit and tie that sh-t obsurd
the p-ssword to the unheard is what i unlock
the hardest brown boy on the block
never f-cking with no ops
k!lling p-ss-es on the spot
unblock your ears so you can hear the theme
the president and his team
they all f-cking phenes
no american dream
it’s a scheme
i deem y’all regime a con
dropping bars like they dropping bombs
dropping bodies like they fire arms
sh-t look like vietnam
be calm because y’all still chose to ignore that the system keeps leading us in it evermore
they caught my homie stealing from the store
no intentions yung-ins always wanting more
roley on, iced out with that gold
emptied out his bag about 100 bands right on the floor
didn’t know what he asked for
stupid decisions leading to a third world war
body on the floor
a diplomatic corps
therefore this system a monstrosity
i’m the prodigy
you know i got that knowledge on me
knowledge is for the free
the illiterate never speak
the blinded never see
that a crooked -ss system keeping homies in these streets

- yung blood

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