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star nunes - pressure cooker كلمات أغنية

[intro: star nunes]
(yeah… star nunes, b_tch)
ayy, turn me up, jacob
(f_ck n_gga)
tell me why these opps always cappin’
ayy, let me talk my sh_t
(blrrt! blrrt! boom!)

[chorus: star nunes]
all this sh_t off the grind, no handouts, b_tch, i bled for this (i bled for this!)
mama was cryin’, rent overdue, i was stressin’ on death and sh_t
now i got bands on me, can’t fold, got stacks in my jeans and tec with it (bap!)
grew up with roaches, now i’m on yachts, i might just flex with it
they ain’t believe me, now they need me — f_ck ’em, i left they text on read
ain’t no apologies, i got demons that sleep where i lay my head (uh)
i don’t do friends, just fam and fn’s, one movе, you dead (grah!)
i’m chill, but i’ll smoke somethin’ quick if you play with my brеad (boom!)

[bridge: voicemail from auntie]
hey baby, i seen you on the tv…
i’m proud of you, even when folks doubted you
you keep goin’. watch your circle, baby. keep that thing on you

[verse: star nunes]
back then it was spam and noodles (noodles!)
now it’s steak on plates, still clutch that ruger (grrrt)
pistol on my dresser like it’s uber, just waitin’ for the call from a shooter (brrrrah!)
lil bro movin’ reckless, got his name in a stack of subpoenas (f_ck it!)
told him get out or get smoked, this game ain’t got no leaders
i came from struggle and trauma (facts), slept on floors in the summer (hot!)
mama ain’t sh_t, just drama, dad did time in the slammer (d_mn)
used to rob just to eat, now i buy groceries for grandma
got a switch in the whip, no manual—clip too long like a stanza (boom!)
i don’t beef on the net, i log off, pull up, then handle it
they want my spot, but can’t walk in my shoes — they soft like sandals is (haha)
used to pray for a change, now my chain got jesus dancin’ it (vvs)
i don’t trust no snake, not even blood — that’s why i keep bandages (wipe it!)
[chorus: star nunes]
all this sh_t off the grind, no handouts, b_tch, i bled for this (for real!)
big sister was cryin’, rent overdue, i was stressin’ on death and sh_t
now i got bands on me, can’t fold, got stacks in my jeans and tec with it
grew up with roaches, now i’m on yachts, i might just flex with it (ha!)
they ain’t believe me, now they need me — f_ck ’em, i left they text on read
ain’t no apologies, i got demons that sleep where i lay my head
i don’t do friends, just fam and fn’s, one move, you dead
i’m chill, but i’ll smoke somethin’ quick if you play with my bread (boom! boom! grrrah!)

[outro: wallo267 sample]
you think success is sweet ’til you taste it
everybody want your wins, not your war
they see the trophy, not the scars
remember that when the love feel fake and the hate feel familiar…

- star nunes

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