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Exit 145
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Exit 145 è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 2025 da TTP RECORDS come parte dell'album 973
Album973
Released1 gennaio 2025
EtichettaTTP RECORDS
LinguaEnglish
BPM87
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

Yeah
This that 973 shit
Uhh
Gotta talk to them real quick
There's beauty in the city
Beyond the crime and the dope fiends
But **** only live through the struggle
Don't know what hope means
They gentrifying redlining, tryna move my **** out
Gotta let some shots off or burn down a **** house
To keep the property value down, nah I'm just kidding
But don't let them run you off of the block
Where you raise your children
Black faces make em uncomfortable, we resilient
Just look at all the bullshit
My people was forced to deal with
Out of broken homes and broken stones
We forced to build with
Drugs being pumped through the city, I'm tryna do it like Biggie
But making money like Diddy, see life's a bitch
So you gotta fuck the world while you suck on her titty
And milk the game for whatever it's worth
Pick your feet up and keep ahead of them first
Until you dead in the dirt
So I'ma flex and drop bombs like Saddam
Tryna level the earth
And give em hell and whatever is worst (Pow)
Yeah I know
It's the truth though
Hard times keep a **** humble
And Hungry
I remember cold nights
Eating nothing but grilled cheese and ramen noodles
Mama working late
She'll be home when the rooster cock-a-doodles
No the hood ain't futile
I tell you, these streets will really school you
Big dogs pull out the Glock
When it's time to drop a poodle
Youngins maintaining
Some dropped out of school and started gang banging
Blood and cripping was color-banging and dripping
In red, blue, purple, and black flags conflicting
Some facing the consequences
Convicted to longer sentences
I was 15 when they threw me in cuffs
My right hand, he was doing too much
Fist fighting, we should've ran too late
Now we caught in a jam, tossed in back in the van
Oh man, this wasn't the plan
He looked me dead in my eye
And said, you know you my mans
Let's leave this banging shit alone
And do whatever we can
To put our talent to use
And put this fucking rap game in the noose
I got a grip and I ain't letting it loose (Pow)
Tried to tell em right
We applying pressure
Ttp, Jersey, stand up
Written by: Terrel Defreece
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