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DIE ON XMAS (feat. Benny The Butcher) letra


You ever hold it while ya man tape it?

Look
I watched history repeat from past to present
When your stomach touchin' your back, call for drastic measures
Re-readin' my mail, all I had was letters
You know the phones in the jail be havin' bad reception (Hello, hello?)
I left school soon as I had math perfected
We threw bullets behind blocks like pass protection
Where I'm from, mothers in the hood mad protective
We was thieves because of things that our dads neglected (Real shit)
Niggas said they show love, it never added up to much (Nah)
You ever went broke and start baggin' up the cut? (Huh)
Went to jail for some work I wasn't fast enough to flush
Had it out with some snakes over grass I didn't cut
Uh, keep ya ears open, mouth closed, you should try that (Try that, nigga)
How you gettin' money still wonderin' where I'm at?
I was in the trap, who need directions where the spot at
You come, don't call, leave the money where the slot at
Uh, white bricks, the strap black as coffee
And this the same flow that got these rappers salty (What else?)
I'm Hov' minus the plaques, Maybach and Beyoncé
Nigga, I'm Shawn Carter sellin' crack in Marcy
Probably niggas in my crew who wanna clap and cross me (What else?)
Have a rat and record me, but I act accordingly
Know homies who shoot craps, drink 'ngac get saucy
Since you fly, we gon' make sure ya casket flossy
Every day I take chances that could put me in the prison
I'm like Colonel Sanders got the hook up for a chicken (Uh)
Juggin' for a ticket, lookin' for a kitchen
Niggas fed me crumbs but could've put me in position
But I was still thankful, stayed true to myself (Stayed down)
Never ask another man what you can do for yourself
I know gangsters respect gangsters, chains, Rolex bracelets
Keep playin', we turn rappers Cubans to neck braces
All my niggas point blank shooters and check chasers (Word)
Grind until we private investors and jet racin'
Serious? Niggas ain't pimpin', y'all rest havens
Bag full of chips, felt like I just left Vegas, ahhh

Uh, look
My mind scientific, but I reside in the crime inflicted
Environment, where guys are buyin' bricks and drivin' big shit
I fire biscuits, turn ya mind to liquid
As far as rhymin', this is a giant to a midget, every line exquisite (Haaaa)
Grimiest of all time to pen this
So when you try and mention top five guys that did it, why ain't I enlisted?
That I find ridiculous
Considerin' we ain't seen nobody this consistent since like '95, '96-ish (Hahahaha)
It's real in my city, think I'm lyin', visit
Niggas die on Christmas, niggas sit nine inside your fitted
You said that you supply it
So my youngins come and kick down your door where you reside so they can try and get it (Cap)
Lil' homie can't wait to hit you
That money ain't worth it, you die, you can't take it with you (Uh uh)
I give that head nod, that boy he gon' quake his pistol (You know what it is)
You believe in God, then you better pray he with you (Cap)
Look at the last two years, everything I dropped was way official (Uh huh)
Daringer beats had me writin' 'til I break the pencil, whoa (Facts)
I came a long way from weighin' crystal
Blazin' nickle plated pistols through your facial tissue (Doot doot)
Lurkin' in that van, boy, I'm on my way to get you
Clip full of AK missiles, bitch, I ain't playin' with you (Brrrrt)
Hit the lights, pull up slow, let the drum go
Pop out, he hit 5 times, I gave him one mo'
Oh, my bitch got the Mutombo, Chanel bag
55 hund' though, can't be fuckin' a bum hoe (Hahahaha)
They hate but they ain't make a crumb though
They just mad that this East Side Buffalo nigga got a dumb flow (Haaaaaaaaa)
Aim the pump low, gut shot where your lunch go
Hole so big, see through your back through your front door (Whoo)
Whoa, his eyes open, but he slump though
Last thing he seen was my gun blow (Machine, nigga)
Conway, bitch
You know what the fuck it is, nigga (Hehehe)

So what do you want from me?
It's everyting
Everyting?
Every bloodclot ting
I mean, see to sell a bloodclot key of coke, half are mine
I sell a bloodclot nickel bag of weed, pussyhole, same ting

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