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latelatekuro - s.h.a.p.o. lyrics

[intro]
yeah
orgainicz again
truh truh
stay
on your grind

verse 1]
practice is practical when technique is getting lethal
when people tryna make it even tho it’s illegal
we all about about makin cheese, illico, presto
bread turned is keepin us evil, but see yo the recipe is simple
no lie no hooks don’t try no book
cause ain’t nothin in a bible
that would make a nigro make it to the prequel
deceiveful how they call us bros and f-ckin equals

my trial past up quick
no caution no sequel
i’m feelin freer than a desert eagle
and i got locked up quick
ain’t that one f-cked up sh-t ?
next thing i got boxed up quick
arms locked, c-k blocked, used to love life
but now b-tch she could suck my d-ck and let me bust up quick
my nuts hard as sh-t, heard i could dance on with pants off
can’t stay tough stay stiff can’t play long

[hook]
so stay humble and pray on
and god-mn its all day long
wrote my tenet with a crayon
so i could change em if it gets fun
so hey son, quit yo ifs, just listen
don’t stay on the bullsh-t
make your money stay humble and pray on

you feeling good
feelin blessed ?
so

so stay humble and pray on
and god-mn its all day long
wrote my tenet with a crayon
so i could change em if it gets fun
so hey son, quit yo ifs, just listen
don’t stay on the bullsh-t, make this bread stay humble and pray on
make this bread stay humble and pray on

[verse 2]
here i am black sheep, new trip, still ripped
back at it with a few more minutes, no scimmage
no gimmick, more potent
than a bennett punch, coulda been drivin sleepy drunk
with the loafers in the lexus trunk, in case we kickin it
on some chilly sh-ts switchin feast
more liquor more party like we really rich
shmokin dope with some limpin beast
stories copied from, happy trees, hashin breathin
getin slim of tomatoes leaves and
you know we bout it, the homie travi sceezy brought that chronic
straight finessin no mechanic
ironic, how a skinny n-gg- can be so iconic
and the green got him turnin mad phonic
think his funny tearin down his own paper, no comics
and comit to the money with the b-tches, that monique, brought some heavy pure nina
and she on it
i mean she fina done it, snortin, got a nose like scottie pippen
and thats fine with me, what you thought motherf-cker
they don’t leave dimes for me
but organicz f-ckboy vb gotta ride for me
he gonna ride for me aye

he gonna ride for me, not alot of real n-gg-s gonna die for me
or take a bullet maybe strive for me, ridin on e jackin on jeeps
where i’m headed ? drivin lone used to ride with a b-tch by my side
with the money in a bag and all them paint stains
i be sweepin with a rag
used to hate when n-gg-s brag
but how i ended so saaad
oh son

you feeling good
feelin blessed ?
so

so stay humble and pray on
and god-mn its all day long
wrote my tenet with a crayon
so i could change em if it gets fun
so hey son, quit yo ifs, just listen
don’t stay on the bullsh-t
make your money stay humble and pray on

you feeling good
feelin blessed ?
so

[outro]
make this bread
or make your bed
anyway, gotta get off the bus, son

- latelatekuro lyrics

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