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onlyone - too late كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
whether you red or blue
possession of weapons and drugs is federal
it’s all good until they sentence you
and then you catch a quick 25
i got respect if you left the get-money life
i met a nice cat who did a dime flat
told him, “they just got me for a dime stack”
now it ain’t nothing that i can’t grind back
but i want my dime and all my motherf-ckin’ time back
i’mma fight that but still my life’s up in air
i’m left without a choice i have to not f-cking care
there’s nothing like a cell where nothing’s there
but if they knew everything, they’d give me the f-cking chair
yeah, and i don’t act like i’m unaware
when they roll me up, it’s not like i’m unprepared
no, i don’t have drugs in my underwear
these cops search and seize, giving me the third degree
but you searchin me pervertedly… you a f-ggot pig
hands in my pockets like, “what’s this?” … that’s my d-ck
go ahead, grab my drawers
no, that’s not a gun, that’s my b-lls
what the f-ck? people die for priding rags
so you can’t front, you can only hide behind a badge
so don’t be surprised when they driving by and blast
yeah, you try to take it back
but now it’s…

[verse 2]
motherf-ckers getting pistol-whipped like chauncy
i had to move out my mama’s crib and live with my auntie
i got scars, i got burns like monty
these guns ain’t toys, and the crew ain’t motley
you can have fear in your heart, they’ll tear you apart
like nas said: beef… where does it start?
places where long-standing feuds at
we do not have to shoot cats, we got peoples on hand to do that
we earn chances for ourselves and p-ss it (?)
these wounds are self-inflicted, i think of everyone innocent
ever held in prison, the people in there
with no one outside their cell to visit
when we were kids we all thought we’d be on television
now we repent in fear of being sent to h-ll for sinning
but we won’t
i used to think money would buy happiness but… money don’t
and cats go crazy for some honeycomb
25 to life, it’s a wrap like mummy bones
kids don’t think their life matters
and they need to change they flight pattern
and they need to start to think about the life after
i would never take somebody’s life for this bread
but for the fam, i would do life in the feds
my homie’s on the block just hustlin’, poppin’ bubbly
those motherf-ckers came through and shot his cousin
so now it’s…

- onlyone

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