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Ayy They might take lead, uh They might take hold, uh They can't break me, uh They can't break soul, uh They can't break me, nah They can't break soul, nah They can't break me, uh They like, they like, uh, ayy, huh They might take lead, uh They might take hold, uh They can't break me, uh They can't break soul, uh They can't break soul They can't break me, nah They can't break soul, nah They can't, uh, ayy, uh Said do I wan' be rich or do I wan' be free Words stuck togеther like glue in thе bottom of my seams Bottom of my dreams still got this shining little beam of hope One right move done got my motherfucking name afloat One wrong move could be the last taste of painless tropes Meanwhile we chasing ice, it's bodies piling in the snow Piling in the cope for every soul that's eating sleep for dinner Everyday pragmatic, just compiling what I know Letras de cancionesStill chasin' dough 'cause it's innate and automatic Tryn' unlearn these facets of oppression that I tote See getting lessons and accepting them the only way you grow Remember days I wanted to cock a Smith and Wesson, let it blow And nonetheless so far I’m a testament of staying afloat I been progressing ever since Want the same for all of these folks I share my pigment with 'Cause end of the day they want us in rope And they still got our bodies under the scope Fuck it I wish that we was free I feel the same but I know they'll probably charge me for it We built the pot for these reasons, chopping another Forrest I need me with a fee, a lock in lil' mama's orbit She get sloppy, 'm Moses She like, "Get the fuck up off of me" I was 'bout to, got comfortable in them house shoes Your scent won’t leave the couch boo I, I found a way to change our lives Break the selfishness, do it all make it effortless Teach my shorty everything I know, that’s a prerequisite Pop up with a baby, you ain't even know we was fucking then Niggas really maybe's, keep yeses tucked to the left of him He stocked up, pop the lock stuck, don’t get your thot stuffed Another mach up We hold it down for mi casa Contribute to the pasta don't you, go and get locked up They cop it cause it's me not luck, don't get it fucked up It's five hundred degrees in the shade Another day in my maze Ain't no parades, just stressing out 'til I'm paid But what's your life? Ayy They might take lead They might take hold They can't break me They can't break soul They can't break me, nah They can't break soul, nah They can't break me They like, they like, uh Ayy, huh They might take lead They might take hold They can't break me They can't break soul They can't break soul They can't break me, nah They can't break soul, nah They can't Uh, ayy, hold on They might take lead They might take hold They can't break me They can't break soul They can't break soul They can't break me, nah They can't break soul, nah They can't Nah, yeah, huh They might take lead They might take hold They can't break me They can't break soul They can't break soul They can't break me, nah They can't break soul, nah They can't Nah, yeah, huh From Letras Mania