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Black Fortune

Última atualização em: 25 de junho de 2020
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#together against coronavirus

I remember a few years ago When I got stabbed in my face My mama told me she was on the way to the hospital

And she was cryin' and she was askin' God Please don't take my son And she said God spoke back to her and He said I ain't gon' take him Your son got a purpose He got way too much he gotta fulfill on this earth It ain't his time yet Yeah My adrenaline pumpin', predictin' the police gon' pull up before I get finished this heist As a juvenile delinquent, I was pistol grippin' 'cause I heard niggas tryna get at my life I had niggas really tryna murder me, I was in high school walkin' around with a knife I was so broke, I had to shower with wipes No lights in the traphouse, hungry, eating dirty rice I'm really finna lay in the grass and then wait for niggas I hate them niggas, I really can't debate with niggas I put the dick in the nine and then rape a nigga Replace a nigga, chopper finna decay a nigga I can make a pussy nigga go blind from the laser, nigga Deflate a nigga, fuck around and filet a nigga And if I really want you gone, I could pay a nigga To braze a nigga, thought he could elevate a nigga I'll bust a nigga head to the white meat We ain't even gotta shoot a pistol, you can fight me They'll hate to see your body with no head at the crime scene Stretched out on the ground in a chalk lining I remember when the police tried to blind me with the high beams Got in a fender bender with the semiautomatic on me Two twin pocket rockets on me and they Siamese To be honest, I been tryna pray to God that I can find peace, uh They want me dead and gone Gone I wrote my name on the wall in blood, put a scar on the rug Now tell me how can I right my wrongs? I'm gon' be here when it's all said and done I'm riding dirty even though I'm on the run Toting my gun (Yeah) Draco come with a kickback Them 7.62s go straight through your six-pack Fuck around and get popped like a Tic-Tac Now he in the emergency room with a shitbag Pistol-whip a nigga 'til he get whiplash I had to send him a box to his crib and it's gift-wrapped He got shot in the head, now his face look mismatched Rule number one, nigga, don't ever sleep where you shit at I trap where I stay, but got shooters protectin' me I earned my stripes in the street like a referee I'm in all red on the block, I look like a low battery I get sick of these niggas, I think I got allergies I'm 'bout my green, but I don't eat celery You let them niggas rob you, why the fuck you tellin' me? Triple H with the hammer, get hit with this Pedigree All of my A-1 day one niggas got felonies Niggas stabbed me and left me for dead (For real) And they wonder why I keep the Draco under my bed (Yeah) Beretta with one in the head (Huh?) I still don't show no remorse for the night that I slid (Hell nah) I'm a home invader, don't let me in your crib Fireline, bitch, but I ain't rockin' all red (Slatt, slatt) Fuck 12, we don't conversate with feds I got the type of chopper that'll knock off your dreads They want me dead and gone Gone I wrote my name on the wall in blood, put a scar on the rug Now tell me how can I right my wrongs? I'm gon' be here when it's all said and done I'm riding dirty even though I'm on the run Toting my gun

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