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kt rasta - how lyrics

[intro: kt rasta]

[hook: kt rasta]
how you gone tell a young n**ga don’t smoke
how you gone tell him don’t serve dope
how you gone tell a young n**ga don’t shoot
how you gone tell a young n**ga what to do
how you gone tell a young n**ga how to move
he trying to get rich, ain’t thinking bout school
can’t get caught lacking, gotta keep that tool
they k!lled his homie, what the f*ck he gone do
(2x)

[verse 1: kt rasta]
how you gone stop a young n**ga my age
head f*cked up and his mind full of rage
got n**gas in jail locked up in a cage
why all these hoes wanna change my ways
dumb lil’ b*tch get the f*ck out my face
if a n**ga act tough i might catch a case
f*ck the police, middle fingers to the jakes
my n**gas blow guns then they hop them gates
r.i.p marcus, i say it everyday
r.i.p true scott, i say it everyday
r.i.p tall folks, i say it everyday
gotta get this money, get the f*ck out my way
if you got your own money then buy your own place
if you snitch on your homie, then n**ga you fake
never been phoney, never been two-faced
bought h-lla guns just to keep me safe
b*tch you know i’m balling, like e.a
e.a sports, i keep that torch
you a mama’s boy, you ain’t hopped off the porch
i count my money when i get bored
turned your b*tch into a wh0r-
n**ga you a little boy
my n**gas balling, check the score
make some money, make some more

[hook: kt rasta]

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