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letra de see that - yung flexzo

[intro]
(yung flexzo speaking)
touchoftrent be wildin’ with this one
ain’t no therapist for me, this mic the only one that listen
f-ck it, let me talk…

[verse 1]
deleted my backups, i’m paranoid, these feds might backdoor me
if my homie fold, then that statement gon’ write my story (f-ckin’ rat)
we was slidin’ out that buick, now he testify in glory (hoe)
how you break the oath for a deal, that sh-t just corny (p-ssy!)
you was postin’ “free the guys,” now you readin’ off them pages
had my name all in discovery like we wasn’t in them cages
b-tch, we shared them same shoes, same socks, slept on same block
now i see you smilin’ in court — nah, b-tch, that ain’t shock

[chorus]
now i’m havin’ murder dreams, can’t sleep, i see that (i see that!)
police in my face with them questions, i ain’t repeat that (nah)
heard my name inside a wiretap, i had to delete that
i can’t trust no soul, not even blood — i mean that (no cap!)

[post-chorus / ad-libs]
(see that, see that)
(h-ll nah)
(f-ck them papers, b-tch!)
(huh, huh)
[verse 2]
mama said she prayin’, but these demons pray louder
told me stay home, but i came back with gunpowder
you ever seen your brother die with his mouth wide open?
sh-t’ll traumatize a savage, now my thoughts all broken (d-mn)
they was laughin’ when we starved, now they fake supportin’
told that b-tch i loved her once, now i regret recordin’ (hoe)
got this draco in my closet like it’s part of my fit
if they catch me, i’m facin’ thirty — i won’t snitch, i’ll sit!

[chorus]
now i’m havin’ murder dreams, can’t sleep, i see that
police in my face with them questions, i ain’t repeat that
heard my name inside a wiretap, i had to delete that
i can’t trust no soul, not even blood — i mean that

[bridge]
(ayy, ayy)
f-ck that courtroom, f-ck that badge
ain’t no love in war, just flags
he switched sides, got zipped in bags
i see karma — now he ash

[verse 3]
took a pill and grabbed my glock, d-mn near blew my own dome
ain’t no love inside these streets, just rip’s and tombstones
used to think i’d die young, now i feel already dead
saw my opps up in that store, and i ain’t aim for no leg
now i’m zonin’ in this h-llcat, voices in my rearview
flashbacks from that robbery, bullets almost cleared you
i been movin’ like a ghost — don’t call me, i ain’t near you
you left me when i bled, now you cryin’? i don’t hear you!
[final chorus]
now i’m havin’ murder dreams, can’t sleep, i see that
police in my face with them questions, i ain’t repeat that
heard my name inside a wiretap, i had to delete that
i can’t trust no soul, not even blood — i mean that

[outro / ad-libs]
(yeah, b-tch, i see that)
(huh, real steppa)
(no confessions, just pressure)
(yung flexzo, hoe!)
(june 17th, stamp that)

- yung flexzo

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