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Soliloquy

 

Soliloquy

(álbum: Not My Album, Vol. 1: Tour Bus - 2021)


Got a warrant for my arrest
Fuck going down now
Talk to 'em

Lately I been feeling like I'm living in my last days
Death's my last challenge ain't no overcoming that
Money over bitches ain't no nigga had to teach me that
You ain't bout dat Murder gang you just love to carry strap
Warrant for my arrest so I had to kick my whole family out
Nigga got a felony still riding with that thang on me
And I don't da sneaky link des freak bitches get no dick
Cave a nigga face in for speaking on da murder gang
And when you shot em stand over em and shoot em again
Motherfucka think that I'm playing what the fuck is you saying
Heart beating fast them motherfuckas running from da bullet
I never been no pussy never been afraid to pull it
Gimmie dat bullshit you notice I'm a gangsta motherfucka
Think they looking at a stranger look in the mirror
Motherfuckas think they looking at a stranger look in the mirror

Bitch you bleed like I bleed it's the man in the mirror
Looking back at my life man you looking familiar
Issa devil a lie cuz he all in my head
Taken pictures wit motherfuckas know they want me dead
(Taken pictures wit motherfuckas know they want me dead)
Soon as you tell a motherfucka no he quick to go ghost on yo ass
Motherfuckas get choppez and they blowing at yo ass
I'ma live by the gun die by the gun that's how I'm raised
Motherfuckas ain't never been shot only a graze
I ain't the type to wear my heart on my sleeve can't seem that vulnerable
I think that love is a fairytale told by the hope
Maybe when I die I finally find peace ain't no love in these streets
So my motto for tomorrow is get paid
And I ain't worried bout no nigga I ain't no hoe bitch
Pick up that sticky icky and get that blicky get to trip off him
Nigga know I'm tripping, on my mama, I been—

Lord, please wash away my sins
For all my fallen angels, we just tryna win
It's only one way to make it out this hood shit
It's two ways to go though
Death or in jail
God, take care of my family
Watch over me, give me strength, give me power
Shower me with love
(Is there heaven for a thug?)
I been talking to myself these late nights
Feeling like—
I been learning who I am, learning myself, you know?
But I can't seem to get rid of this pain in my eyes, pshh
Money won't change me
Bitches won't break me
The streets don't make me
Give a fuck if they hate me

feito

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