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letra de yellow brick road 2 - yung tray

[verse]
i’m still gon’ keep going my [?] exploded
i’m a reincarnated king by the end y’all gon’ notice
[?] what we [?] first to take off they head
for a minute i was sleep now i’m back from the dead
them m’s gave me a lockjaw came back hot like hot sauce
if you whipping on my spot back then, then today you could get knocked off
listen to z, this not for the weak
god gon’ come back for now he speaking through me
and z’s from the [?] y’all thought it was over
my name levi stand for warrior so i gotta link with soldiers
mr. [???] machete to your neck
this hill got real [?] let me tеll y’all the rest
move clеan but my life dirty
tryna make it but it wasn’t working
it took tray so long just to find out his purpose
type to drop them all a couple bodies could fall
til’ i rip inside your bones [???] bullets in your jaw
i’m gon’ keep grinding it’s not with perfect timing
know a couple n-ggas saying [?] ’bout that pressure i’m a [?]
when i rap they get excited my flow they gon’ bite it
know we popping out with halo guns while them f-ck n-ggas be hiding
know that n-gga was leeching off me to support his own dreams
b-tch i believe in fall back and doing my own thing
it’s time to wear a cuban link and rock my own bling
and i’ma leave the p-ssy hoe and i’m my own king
young n-ggas gon’ hate but f-ck it i’m the sh-t
i’m known to let it off you know yung tray i’m too legit
i would never fold on g and i would never quit
them ar’s get to clapping heaters aim right at your clique
2 years later i was in the field they was rolling with some jits
they think without a mind ’bout me they down to let it rip
on f-ck it since a kid and i’m still with the sh-ts
you thinking this sh-t sweet run up i’ll split your f-cking wig
[hook]
n-gga i think you should know that i’m that youngin’ out the o
and i was born a zoe still the type to slice a n-gga throat
it could be a [?] i’m on the [?] with all my zebras
let that 30 hang out i know some youngin’s slanging that heater
all i know is drop them all my father got his third eye on the [?]
b-tch got revenge back then for when y’all said they’d never come on a [?]
with all that f-cking lying he need a hollow to the dome
tell y’all my side of slavery my people escaped and ended up on a boat
last but first of my kind that was still living through a curse
b-tch i will not go home and tell my father how his blessing worked

- yung tray

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