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torch - i can't tell lyrics

(ft. papoose & mysonne)

is you down for the cause of the floss
the b-tches or the paper screaming on new friends
surrounded ’bout a bunch of strangers it’s a d-mn shame
deep in the streets ain’t the same
snitches dropping more names thinking sack their the -ss on the game
hoping to change, run a rich lot
but rocky got sh-t on the politics and hit hot
all about who you know to flow
dollar signs that you’re lying
wishing wit not your lyrics
everything from around, left in original
just a bunch of trace in the ..
and most of these n-gg-s just trash, they brain wash enlighten
and now they claim to be the nice, sort of realst but i lay the sh-t
correct criminal dope dealer and .. pistol is the pimpin’
is sort charge depending
i ain’t glorifying to telling the truth, that’s the difference between
four gram work for ..in the cleanest
ride with the bad blonde b-tch think i serena
slay you got the chick gas, you can turn models
then they get their bodies, gun just to serve a bottle
d-mn! i ain’t judging though, f-ck they hear
you say you tune to the realest on the radio, case slay.

hook:
n-gg-s got beef but it can’t be much
chill walking though the crowd like i can’t, like i can’t be touched
i can’t tell, i can’t tell, always beef, always beef
i can’t tell, i can’t tell,
talk like you’re getting money, show me something
but now i ain’t try to front it, y’all owe me nothing
all you team winnin’ i can’t tell, i can’t tell
or you’re eating, oh you’re eating, i can’t tell, i can’t tell

and i don’t need just a part
i creep with the heart from the streets of new york
i leave some chop, move so many grams had beef with the ..
gripped the .. i eat with the sharks,
speak the truth, do my cheap thief when i cn talk,
i release all my thesis and thoughts
i could use the step and scope the rap from the big of your heart
ripped in pieces apart, i was deep from the start
you do this ’em from the bros, you’ll be p-ssin’ them off
i do this for my kids, nephews, nieces and aunts
brooklyn n-gg- joints on my feet when i stuck
on the a train wearing gucci links to the bronx
hammer in the hoopie had to keep thug along,
’cause the flat push n-gg- roll deep in the heart
shooter do the monky bars and swings to the palm
if you blink you could be the sister the dark.

i’m the rap card millow, your fellows is marsh mellow
chris ball soft, which walk your pillow,
umbrellas, get washed garden, i’m thrilled though
for real though, i’m guard in my ..
i’m garden and i .. suckers ain’t welcomed
i’m from the ex with my name ain’t malcom
they say how come i walk everywhere and get loved
and this rappers can’t get the same ..
they comin’ out through them chains and things,
’cause lames get roll with or without guns,
see what i’m about sun respect m and kill me,
lord in this tag don’t protect me and real me,
i don’t know his name but i believe in god
on my knees prayin, breathe from the heart
please let my seas defeat the odds
and never ever see them bars, the real me.

[hook:]

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