Por Mis Pistolas
Scottie Son
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Oh yeah Imma kill it Oh yeah, oh yeah Imma kill it Oh yeah Imma kill it Oh yeah, oh yeah Imma kill it Oh yeah You know what's up I made the team So I didn't get cut Warming up for my shot Cause a free throw Ain't free in this game Finger roll, lay it up Hol' up Hol' up What What he just say Talking 'bout da game He ain't even get to play Nope Sitting on a bench His dream gotta wait But I beg to differ Listen to what I gotta say Woah Woah Woah Don't quit now Better keep on swimming Don't drown now There's blood in the water Sharks at the border Immigration let you through If you give them a quarter Or uh Marriage for your daughter If not Kick rocks Then you end up in a folder Back to your hometown you go Do a couple shows For the people you barely know No siree bob I would not go back to the bottom Top off my noggin' You swallow My pride and sorrow Dissect my heart You will borrow A beat If that's what you need To compete With me, myself and I Cannot even lie This was meant to be Why dontcha Reach for the stars You'll go far now Far now Reach for my hand You won't fall down Fall down Reach for the sky 'Til you get high Get high Reach for the sky Reach for the sky Reach for the stars You'll go far now Far now Reach for my hand You won't fall down Fall down Reach for the sky 'Til you get high Get high Reach for the sky Reach for the sky Haven't you heard No clipped wings I'm free as a bird But I feel trapped in a cage Can I break free Breaking all da chains My neck can feel Eyes can breathe Mind is free My heart can see You ain't feelin' what I feel Why you pressuring me Like a 3x man It don't fit on me But what am I to do When hand me downs are free And it's only naturally That I break your arm If you try to hug me No no no I ain't going out like that Need a fresh cut As a matter of fact I'm So insecure at times Are you really my friend Cause you heard I could rhyme (Hmmm) Guess we'll know in time If I see you tryna cut I'll put your ass at the back of the line And bounce with that Pour some liquor out Smoke an ounce with that Just wanna put the city on the map Only way out Was a golden rap Like Charlie When he found the last golden ticket Got me runnin' Through a whole 'notha city Only changed for better Now that I have your attention Then I hope you listen Why dontcha Reach for the stars You'll go far now Far now Reach for my hand You won't fall down Fall down Reach for the sky 'Til you get high Get high Reach for the sky Reach for the sky Reach for the stars You'll go far now Far now Reach for my hand You won't fall down Fall down Reach for the sky 'Til you get high Get high Reach for the sky Reach for the sky No you don't No you don't No you don't know What I been through No you don't No you don't know What I been through No you don't No you don't know No you don't know No you don't Oye I'm geekin' Sippin' lean and fucking bitches Lights, camera and action Jett Jackson, I'm the realist Hands on you can feel it Banana clip l'll peel it Action Jackson with the bolt action It's duck season Imma kill it Oh yeah Imma kill it Oh yeah, oh yeah Imma kill it Oh yeah Imma kill it Oh yeah, oh yeah Imma kill it Oh yeah Imma kill it Oh yeah, oh yeah Imma kill it Oh yeah Imma kill it Oh yeah, oh yeah Imma kill it Oh yeah
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