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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraLil Ghetto Nigga
Yeah, uhUh, yeaYea, uhFayettenam, niggaHahaah uhCarolina, niggaYeah, Yea, let's bring it inYea, this is for my niggas in the struggleYea, this is for my niggas in the struggleNothing but sweat, tearsJust another perspectiveYeahLifestyles of the young, black and geniusSons strapped with guns packed in jeansAnd the blunts got my lungs black as Jesus, (yea)Play with killers hung yack and slung crack for leisureAnd tell a nigga run that and gun clap for sneakersYoung niggas emulate what's coming out the speakersSo everything we learn came from rappers, not teachersCause if we can't relate, then how the hell you gonna reach us?Surrounded by crooked cops and preachers, (yea) Where my trust at?No time to think about illegal when my stomachs touchingBy any means, nigga, even if the gun is bustedI see the world for what it is nowI see the odds is looking slim for our kids nowCause, uh, it was a set up for my people to rise, (yea)My niggas slang, but I see the pain deep in they eyesNiggas living like they don't give a fuckAnd I don't blame 'em, it's a cold world, live it up! (live it up)The things that I've seen, (seen)The dreams that I dream, (dream)The rain in my skyThe pain in my eyesBut know that it gets better babyHope that it gets better babyDon't let this world break you, (you) naw, nawDon't let them break you, (you)Yea, uhI look up in the sky, see that ghetto birds circulateAnd rollers on the block, my niggas on the curb, cursin them, (fuck)Another day in the ville, do I stay in and chill? (no)Or go play in the field?Help my mother paying these bills, you tell me, nigga!We all young, black, some strappedThem whites had they lunch pack for school, we had our guns stackedAnd all a nigga wanna do is take his mother from thatBut they'd rather lock us up and make sure we don't come backTo kill a nigga over beef and cheddar is even betterJust one less coon they won't have to arrestFuck a crooked cop three timesBitch, I'm getting cake and ain't a nigga finna eat mineThat's why a nigga looking like a street sign, (yea)Posted on the corner 'til it's sleep timeWake up and it's feeling like somebody hit the rewind, (why)Cause them ghetto birds circulate, my niggas steal purse and 'emAnother day in the city, my niggas say it with me, yea!The things that I've seen, (seen)The dreams that I dream, (dream)The rain in my skyThe pain in my eyesBut know that it gets better babyHope that it get better babyDon't let this world break you, (you) naw, nawDon't let them break you, (you)
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