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letra de real life - yungeen ace

[intro]
yeah (woah), ayy, jacksonville sh-t, haha
ayy, real life sh-t though, i ain’t gon’ lie, ayy
i done watched plenty n-ggas die in these streets, real life
on gang, yeah

[chorus]
i done watched plenty n-ggas die in these streets
i clutch that iron, i slang that iron, i brought that pressure where he sleep
i done been kicking doors (kicking doors)
in and out of stolos (skrrt)
i done f-cked plenty hoes (plenty hoes)
i grew up a k!ller, while my brothers, they was on the stove
all i know is murder (all i know)
k!ll him dead, where he at? leave him dead, bust his brain, watch his head bust
all i know is murder (all i know)
k!ll him dead, where he at? leave him dead, bust his brain, watch his head bust
all i know is murder

[verse 1]
i still remember when i had seen my first body
i had swerved up on fat k, i had two glocks and a shotty (skrrt)
ayy, look, two years later, royale birthday, we was leavin’, was sobbin’ (f-ck)
i was in the back of the ambulance thinkin’ what f-ck n-gga shot me? (who the f-ck?)
late night, was clutchin’ on my draco, then i called queso (queso)
i said i want them n-ggas dead, he already know how that go (he already know)
it was strictly murder on my mind, but it wasn’t murder they wrote (gang)
we ain’t two-step, first n-gga in traffic, we hop out and we blow (skrrt, come here)
k!llers move in silence, but them demons out at night, woah (them demons out at night)
i drop a body, then i’m boardin’ on a flight, yoom (yeah)
i’m way in cali, but my k!llers lurkin’ day and night (they lurkin’ day and night)
f-ck who ain’t with it, when they catch them, b-tch, it’s on sight (we don’t give a f-ck), yeah

[verse 2]
homicide, strictly violence when my k!llers ride through (my k!llers ride)
pullin’ up, hoppin’ out, hoes get shot too (skrrt)
you n-ggas hidin’ on that block like we won’t run up on that b-tch (run up on that b-tch)
you think you safe when you at home, b-tch, we’ll run up in your sh-t (run up in your sh-t)
mama said, “don’t touch, it’s a hot stove”
rugrat jit with a hot pole
cuz hop in, i keep up on two poles (two)
left keys in the car, it’s a stolo (skrrt)
got lil daedae f&n, this b-tch got plenty bodies (b-tch got plenty bodies)
i ain’t got no love in my heart, i’ll k!ll anybody (i’ll k!ll anybody)
you either with me or against me, war with everybody (it’s war with you)
b-tch, i been steppin’ since a youngin, i got plenty bodies (b-tch i got plenty of ’em)
all my lil’ hopes done died again
i’m callin’ a blitz, then call it again
i’m f-ckin’ that ho, won’t f-ck her again
i k!ll her, she work with the opps, i ain’t sweet, she want them to win (i ain’t sweet)

- yungeen ace

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