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lirik lagu ratlin - crime rate

[verse 1: little torment]
i spent all my early years in the trenches
these n~ggas sitting on fences
me, can really tell you that these waps get expensive
i spent years inside the trap, powder on my scales
back and forth, in and out of jail
got me back inside this booth like “i might as well”
locked behind the door, hotbox my cell
tied my black air forces up and walked right through h~ll
the only time i feel anything’s when i write my girl
the mandеm say i need to go home and just sign a deal
i been supposed to do this rap sh~t but lifе got real
they’re moving dip low, i gotta get this licence still
they said “take it easy” but i got no time to chill
little bro stepping over there ’cause he likes the thrill
staying alive in these streets is a needed sk!ll
you ain’t gonna see me round them boy, they might get me k!lled
i ain’t tryna convo with them boy but my semi will
i’ll have them people clean you off the floor like some henny spilled
talking street rap, they’re gonna say i’m the coldest one
shawty wanna rock with me so bad, she’ll hold my gun
i’ma do the deed, risking jail, yeah, i know it’s dumb
but if my n~gga s got a request, he knows it’s done
i don’t like no one, i’ve been best friends with my runners
get a little paper, everybody starts showing colours
no cap, there ain’t much i ain’t seen before
i got b and raw crossing the border like they’re fleeing war
my darg needs some dough behind the door, i got it covered
even though we don’t share the same mum, they’re all my brothers
still thanking god, i know the judge coulda gave me numbers
free young crust, he been gone like eighteen summers
[verse 2: ratlin]
i used to walk around with guns before i knew that i could rap
on my block, you either put in work or go inside the trap
ain’t a rapper in my city that can diss me, that’s a fact
last rapper tried diss me so lucky that it jammed
you’re looking at the pictures of your n~ggas and your man
all that talking on the net won’t bring that p~ssy back
i’m really in the streets, when you see me, know it’s that
got a switch up on the strap so i ain’t gotta double tap to up the crime rate
all this beef got me irate
they had me sitting on a visit with my lawyers every five days
i don’t know when my life changed
i still remember kicking ball inside the park before the ice chain
if i ever make a milli off of rap
i’ma make sure all my people live good and that’s a fact
i’ma put on all my n~ggas that i grew with from the trap
the day i really make it out, i ain’t never looking back
i used to dream about this life hard
’cause when they rushed me on the wing
i thought i’d never leave behind bars
your grub case, that’s a light charge
my starting point twenty~five, the judge tryna give me life darg
it was dark when my little n~gga died
but before he got buried, man, we got him back nice
you don’t even know the ~ or the cost of a life
i heard they blame me for his death, tell them n~ggas “don’t cry”
i can load a whole clip with my eyes closed
if this corn touch your wig, you’ll be mind blown
my little hitta done a drill with his iphone
no dinger, got a uber to drive home
[verse 3: little torment]
them hittas out there scoring, tryna leave someone mourning
now they got the henny pouring
i’m only thinking ’bout the bread from i rise in the morning
i get running to the bread every time that it’s calling
they know it’s real sh~t in their speaker every time they play me
i’ve been k!lling ’em for time but this time round it’s brazy
touch me, bine’s flying, no ifs buts and maybes
this four~four got no safety

[verse 4: ratlin]
they don’t make ’em like they used to
i swear these little n~ggas cuckoo
they want me dead and the feeling’s been mutual
this gen five is the new~new
one press, i bet somebody in your ends get a mural
she uptown but the hood’s what i’m used to
back then, i woulda split their heads with a deuce~deuce
the opps really know who’s who
i got a screw loose, suttin’s gotta drop every new moon

[outro: little torment]
them hittas out there scoring, tryna leave someone mourning
now they got the henny pouring
i’m only thinking ’bout the bread from i rise in the morning
i get running to the bread every time that it’s calling
they know it’s real sh~t in their speaker every time they play me
i’ve been k!lling ’em for time but this time round it’s brazy
touch me, bine’s flying, no ifs buts and maybes
this four~four got no safety

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