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rublow – no love in da streetz كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(who made this godd_mn sh_t?)
(the beat, daniel)
big blow
cash money
no silver spoon
uh

[verse]
i came from hard times, that’s what turned me to a g
a n_gga k!lled my cousin, showed me ain’t no love in these streets
daddy was a gangster, told me, “son, this sh_t ain’t sweet”
it’s every man for himself, you gon’ get ate if you don’t eat
i watched my mama struggle and it brought tears to my eyes
had me lashin’ out, gave me pain i couldn’t hide
i was fifteen when i had put it in my mind
i’ma rap and gon’ be signed before the age of twenty_five
that sh_t came true, slim called and changed my life
i was just twenty_two, still sellin’ pills and white
now i’m just twenty_four, i’m tryna get a platinum plaque
hard work and dedication, this sh_t take a sacrifice
what you know ’bout work? i’m talkin’ ’bout that cocaina
i was seventeen trappin’, n_ggas strapped up with a nina
see it in my eyes, can see it all in my demeanor
see a f_ck n_gga a mile away, i know how to read ’em
hurricane, blow flood the trap, n_ggas call fema
b_tch, i’m married to the game and i ain’t never signed a prenup
did it all for my people, made a promise, i won’t leave ’em
out here tryna duck the reaper, gotta move with my heater
all that rappin’ ’bout your plug, n_gga, and you ain’t never meet ’em
papi finna drop another load off, i’m ’bout to see him
i can sleep when i’m die, i’m grindin’ morning to the pm
sendin’ paper to my n_ggas locked, them crackers need to free ’em
hundred p’s of gas landed, n_gga, that sh_t on the floor
the studio just like my trap, i’m in the booth cookin’ that dope
they say i motivate the trenches, give these young n_ggas some hope
they say i got them boys trappin’, rappin’ tryna be like blow
i been on my grind, hustlin’ one day at a time
my partner died, i treat his babies like they mine
money on my mind, i made a dollar out of dime
yeah, i dropped a bag, i’m tryna get a n_gga lined
i lost a lot, got it back, f_ck you talkin’ ’bout?
i don’t talk a lot, just want the money, b_tch, i’m nonchalant
big dog, i don’t bark a lot, bring that chopper out
stand on business, ain’t no copin’ out, you play, you gotta die
cartier shades on my face, n_gga, i can see clear
gotta give my kids the world ’cause they ain’t asked to be here
ask about me in the streets, they gon’ tell you he real
i’ma always be real (i’ma always be real)
[outro]
uh
real n_ggas come first
f_ck n_ggas don’t come at all
we on top, n_gga
cash money, woo

- rublow

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