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[Chorus]
I was born in Stockholm city, night was co-oold, hold your own is what I always been told 5 pounds of coke, fuck being broke, I’ll sell that motherfucka life, it ain’t no joke we so heavy from that fucking 45´ I run the streets tryin´ to keep my ass alive I’m sorry mama but there is no solution, I’m straight rudeboy it’s a street revolution [Verse 1] I got 2 years on my first strike, got 2 years on my other one But if the fucking judge knew what I’ve been through, I probably never se the sun, cuz since 1985 my heart´s being rebelling, 2010 I reprensentin' kartellen fucking haters, they´re complainin about bus, but you never has been cuz u never was im all about the streets,fuck the police, living life on my feets and never on my knees straight savagers ain´t no amatures, hand on my mothafucking 45' caliber see the government fucked our economy, this little country number 1 on robberies Ski mask, AK,Bulletproof vest, I look at my daughter and I know that I’m blessed I’m upset whit the green its all about the money, Stockholm city ain’t shit funny It´s sunny outside but its raining in my heart, I’m a concrete child and they played me from the start I put my trust in god all the way to heaven, but I travel that road whit an AK47 Locked and loaded, the cops patrolling but I hold my ground to my pac exposion [Chorus] [Verse 2] Everybody is here for a reason, see a lot of people passed but we´re still here breatin’ put a name on the map where ever we go, this isn’t a joke its 400 kilos it´s fathers inside on the 300 cold, of the pure white Colombian gold sweeping butter from the cutter life with obstacles, pitchers in the graveyard haters on the hospital kartellen crew we´re fuckin unstoppable, all you politicians suck my cock like a popsicle China´s doing life and Babyface too, I’ve seen cheetos face on the wold wide news hey ye, fuck rap this is real-life lyrics, racetrack business, payback bitches You take that pictures in your memory bank, see that bullets in the chain, never going blank I’m a buck-wild child, learning from legends, street tribulations is my place in kartellen we wishing all for our children, see the only pride lights in this world we are living filming drop dealing, killing in fuck prisons, we putting wax on like Brazilians yea I’m locked and loaded the cops patrolling south-side til’ we die with the barrels smokin' [Chorus] |
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