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bloo azul & spanish ran - uncanny كلمات أغنية

[skit]
ignoring this will be an intentional attempt to avoid initial appearance before a magistrate judge or a grand jury for a federal criminal offense
so before this matter goes to federal claim courthouse or before you get arrested
kindly call us back on our number to reach [?]

[intro]
still learnin’ as i go, man
every step is a f_ckin’ lesson
just do it ’til it makes sense
and you know

[verse 1]
what makes sense eventually makes you dollars
this paper chase turnеd me to a great jogger, thе church uniters
continue all my sagas since i hold the touch of midas
so many who had to flim but never made it, we call it bronx_chitis
bunch of outsiders caught the wave, now they wanna stand beside us
same bloo, only my pants got tighter
start to rearrange my way of thinkin’, i should be happy just to make a linkin’
but my greedy self in need of wealth left slain for riches
mama noticed i still ain’t settled down
i just tell her i got a sweet tooth like the twisted metal clown (uh)
‘lo skully, flow’s cold, nose runny
cloudy bronx tales, no sunny, clothes muddy
doing dirt like liners, took a brief hiatus
away across the atlantic, same time maino was was wavin’ “hi” to haters
they gon’ try and degrade us, so my mindset is faded
don’t compare me to none, ’cause i’m my own kind of greatness
[chorus]
if you hear me, lord, please guide me and my n_ggas to the finish line
it’s all about that breakfast, lunch, and dinnertime, sh_t
if you hear me, lord, make it that my kids’ll reap the benefits
i teach ’em in the streets, it’s etiquette, it’s better if you hear me, lord
demons call, i tend to pick up often
all my choices lost, don’t need my fam to pick a coffin

[interlude]
yo, ran, huh, funny

[verse 2]
we did this in our mainland, it’s no hand, don’t need no record deal
or wreckin’ wheel, spiced up with some s_x appeal
lights upon the head was real, like some sprayin’ roaches, swingin’ like i’m [?]
if you ask abuela, vix’ upon the chest to heal ya
i prefer paraphernalia
just a civilian who stays out of sight like a chameleon
with some many ties at morris park, you would think i’m sicilian
servin’ hits like servin’ drinks, i guess i’m bartendin’
can’t take this bread when you die, so start spendin’, it’s time to go

[outro]
straight classic like the raw i use, always drastic findin’ solitude, constant violence on the news
kinda late to pull an audible
broke as f_ck, but for my kids, it’s affordable
see what i’m sayin’?

- bloo azul spanish ran

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