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bravo luchiano - heaven & hell lyrics

[verse: bravo luchiano]

if guns ain’t the answer
why’d they make it for
i jus break the law
i dnt make it lord
if cops abuse the law
we should erase the law
if you ain’t working hard
you won’t make it far
i grind even harder
moves getting smarter
so when i take a leap
maybe ill wind a bit farther
i do this for my family
my brothers and my sister
my momma and my pop
time fly dont watch the clock
yea i started from the top
and played from the bench
lost some n-ggas in the field
r.i.p my n-gga french
pour some henny for my n-gga
take a little sip
talking reckless bout the team
probably get u hit
(light em up blaw blaw)
my bills high i feels high
shownuff im is fly
stress ripping my insides
if you ain’t inside
my circle ill hop out them sh-lls might just fly
take you and yo pride
b-tch im from the bottom
no not everyone can make it
i dont count on anybody
i just count the paper
east side of the borough
if you want it then you take it
right here in my city
brooklyn we be the realest
mother f-ckers on the planet
them other n-ggas ain’t about it
i walk directly into danger
you just walk around it
young n-gga getting wise
so i recognize
couple good n-ggas gone
to the other side
broad day or the night
you could lose ya life
thats why my n-ggas getting right
higher then a kite
my older brother out the pen
here we go again
still in the projects
will it ever end
too many n-ggas here starving
tryna get the cake
theres plenty goons in this place
so protect ya plate
all my n-ggas grind hard
tryna duck the law
keep a couple hood brauds
like we double r
all that matters is respect
ain’t no love in here
you got a sess bring her through
so we all could share
all a n-gga fear is god
i dont fear u quires
you p-ssy n-ggas wanna stare
i ain’t never scared
these hungry n-ggas robbing me
yo that could never happen
you want the bread
ill get the toaster
let these n-ggas have it
too many b-tches on my john
i just let em have it
if she broke
make her disappear
like she f-cking magic
if you disrespect the fam’
id be quick to diss you
stomp a mud hole in you
make em reminisce you
n-ggas tied to these b-tches
money over that
cause its levels to this sh-t
i know you heard of that
if all you n-ggas bosses
where the workers at
since all these hoes dancing
where the twerkers at
a n-gga stressd
phoenix where the work is at
pop another bottle
ill be shooting like im serge ibak
bravo got game im the truth
f-ck a superman in the booth
n-gga im bain in the booth
a n-gga bring pain in da booth
hard bars cocaine in the booth
young n-gga came for the loot
these young n-ggas came for it too
they ain’t talking
they just aim it and shoot
for no apparent reason
every f-cking season
theres another little n-gga
that just stopped breathing
obama care dont care enough
government dont give enough
i vent enough
tryna get my paper up
you tryna get your woman up
i sin more
like i ain’t sin enough
food stamps came in
but they ain’t send enough
im starvin’ tryna blow up like marvin
lifes a game its a gamble
i throw my cards in
only f-ck wit a handful
im like a spartan
im just looking for a damsel
to f-ck her often
often i spark it
higher then a martian
probably singing to yo b-tch
on my chico debarge sh-t
aw sh-t

- bravo luchiano lyrics

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