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letra de texture - yungrye

ugh
residue still on my hands
i′m gon’ clean up in the mixtures

don′t want us to smile in the pictures
they want all the young-ins as viscous
as they wanna be
that’s no fun to me
i wanna vibe, pass me the roll
but i keep the drum on me
play with that boy if you wanna
play with that boy if you wanna get murked
don’t condone violence but i need a work
talk about me, i′ll put you on a shirt
(yeah, yeah)
that′s what these philly n-ggas be about
it don’t matter if the lord in the house
continue the cycle, they airing you out, uh
somebody pray for me
somebody pray for me
i′m giving ’em bass for free
oh lord

yeah
ugh, these n-ggas gon′ feel me
i be talking bout the real me
not a product of imagination
some of these n-ggas, they silly
i be in philly like, really?
i just get cash and get chilly
i’m on a path for a milli
now some of these n-ggas gon′ feel me
they want it the instant way
forget it, i’ll buy it, no rent today
and you never took risk cuz you been afraid
now ya whole life in disarray
eat everything like i’m at a buffet
n-gga didn′t know but today was the day
i used to play for 60 in a day
now i get lit every time that i say

ugh, you n-ggas don′t feel me
i’m on the block and i′m filthy
i know i’m wrong, i′m guilty
but none of you n-ggas gon’ feel me
yeah i shoot the shot, i drill 3′s
i already play for the major leagues
but i can’t be trusting these agencies
see?

n-ggas be cool with the rapping
nothing amazing, they just be rapping
n-ggas be scared to put all the facts in (she gave her consent)
i never looked back
it’s all an event
i′m giving her dap
i′m riding with tints
they not even black
i’m handling rent
i′m makin’ it stack
stacking my chips
all these pringles, i′m fat
working the grits, i’ma master my craft, ugh
slavin′, my pen wanna dash
and i can’t give up ’til i′m sure it′s a bag
then i might sit on my ass
working 7 days, feel like a rag
every monday, feel like a drag
all this gunplay, i can’t relax
life go, in cycle
i need me a tab

ugh, you n-ggas don′t feel me
i’m on the block and i′m filthy
i know i’m wrong, i′m guilty
but none of you n-ggas gon’ feel me
yeah i shoot the shot, i drill 3’s
i already play for the major leagues
but i can′t be trusting these agencies
see?

- yungrye

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