| Griselda by Fashion Rebels
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| Yeah, uh
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| This how shit supposed to sound
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| This how our shit sound, yeah
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| Y’all niggas got a lot of catchin' up to do, yo
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| Uh, uh
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| For the hustlers that’s gettin' money, thinkin' fast in business
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| Who stayed up by playin' smart and duckin' bad decisions
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| I wore hand-me-downs in class, bitches laughed at niggas
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| Now I rock designer like I’m in the fashion business
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| I met a plug when I was broke, not to brag, I did it
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| I broke a nine off in half and got in traffic with it
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| This for my day one fans, niggas that been listenin'
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| Who know these rappers not better or as consistent
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| And when they talk about the streets, it ain’t that specific
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| So I’m a tad suspicious, if it’s fact or fiction
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| Uh, you ain’t in the streets weighin' slabs and fishes
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| Nigga, you just another rapper tryna have the image
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| But don’t want the scabs and stitches, shit, that come with it
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| And if you ask me, that’s backwards, nigga, uh
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| I seen too many real niggas fall to let you bitch niggas beat me
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| But still I make this shit look easy
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| Bitches think I’m lit 'cause they see me
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| But I was just in the trap with a flip phone, stick, and a TV
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| Calls from home sayin', «While you goin' through the roof
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| It’s rumors back here sayin' what who gon' do to who»
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| Been gone for two weeks, been two more funerals
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| They pulled up dumpin' out of the two-door Subaru
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| It’s all the same, this what we call a game
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| When you move, it pull you back like a ball and chain
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| We rap 'bout our real life 'cause it caused us pain
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| And when you reach certain levels, it 'cause us change
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| The pain subsides, but the scars remain
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| I’m one of the realest niggas, that’s broad as day
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| I’m on my Biggie, Who Shot Ya?, this for my partners still in lockup
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| Who only call back home to tell us in a box up
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| They killed Eric Garner just 'cause his posture
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| But you get life if you hit a cop up
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| How could we feel that that’s not us?
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| Our skin 'plexion the same, nigga, please don’t be obnoxious
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| I played with more keys than a locksmith
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| It’s like I’m good at everything, I got this
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| Uh, Joe Pesci 38
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| He got a roach clip burnin' in the ashtray (burnin' in the ashtray)
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| You know I’m spendin' good money, so he love me
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| Said he down to meet me halfway (down to meet me halfway)
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| Uh, Joe Pesci 38
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| My Joe Pesci 38, yeah (my Joe Pesci 38)
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| This the same gun from Goodfellas
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| This my Joe Pesci 38 (my Joe Pesci 38) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Joe Pesci 38, artist - Benny the Butcher. Album song Tana Talk 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп