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letra de reality - yungliv

[intro]
hit a b-tton, morty, give me a beat
oh, man, okay, alright, um
raesam on the beat

[chorus]
my whole life been kinda f-cked up, i’m grinding for that check
i’m tryna get a hundred motherf-cking thousand in this [?]
see, we take down a couple plugs, i need another one, who next?
instead of writing this lil’ rap, i should be writing bro in jail, ayy
if we get up on a n-gga then we send them sh-lls
closed casket on the opps, we hit him right, he down the h-ll
opps calling like they sliding for they homie, we can’t tell
n-ggas know i’m otr, don’t give no f-ck, we causing h-ll

[verse 1]
we hit up his lil’ block, if i get caught, ain’t making bail
this for bro, i’m sending thirty milli’ with me, so f-ck 12
n-ggas know i was broke, ain’t dissing me now, i ain’t no ho
i was willing yelling fto, ain’t even had no pole
me and uno find a way to get them guns and [?] we tote
youngest f-cking never shot a gun before, he gon’ blow
walking through they block, broad day, recording, we want smoke
run it up, no other opp sh-t in these streets, can’t be broke ’cause
if i rob your ass, better be money in that coat
i don’t wanna k!ll your ass for nothing but it’s time to go
i forgot to get my mask for this, your other homie told
i ain’t going down for robbery, this stick up ain’t no joke
b-tches know they want f-ck the way my name all in they throat
baby, they just wishing lil liv dead, see, i don’t know
i just make it out these trenches, n-ggas say that i’m a goat
ain’t depend on n0body, depend money, we on go
i’ma get my f-cking ticket to the millions with this pole, ayy
b-tch, i run it up, just me and broski by that store
you can [?], prolly get you a one for four
that diablo got them [?] in the trap all in the floor
[?] i prolly run off ’cause i know that i’m next
and all these n-ggas wanna share
they see i’m grinding with this rap
either way i get that bag, you better know that i’ma flex it
fast ass car, living large with my [?]
[chorus]
my whole life been kinda f-cked up, i’m grinding for that check
i’m tryna get a hundred motherf-cking thousand in this [?]
see, we take down a couple plugs, i need another one, who next?
instead of writing this lil’ rap, i should be writing bro in jail, ayy
if we get up on a n-gga then we send them sh-lls
closed casket on the opps, we hit him right, he down the h-ll
opps calling like they sliding for they homie, we can’t tell
n-ggas know i’m otr, don’t give no f-ck, we causing h-ll

[verse 2]
we gon’ catch a opp and bury him and we gon’ slide again
i’m in this song like f-ck a 95, i’m ready for this sh-t
my n-ggas know i’m ready for that action, you know how this go
pull up on a n-gga lacking tryna open his front door and sh-t
uh, uh, lil’ brodie finish him
b-tch, we really with it, normally we just commit sins

[outro]
we really with the sh-t, n-gga
you know how we do this sh-t, let’s get it

- yungliv

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