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lirik lagu rah’s story. – remy banks

intro *
worlds gettin’ colda’, but the streets won’t let me change
block gettin hot, couple n words turned b*tch and squealed
tryna get this bread ducking cops and feds
wanna get away but the game won’t let me go
and i’m just tryna find my way home

verse 1 *

its 8 am on the dot, time to spark a l, take a shower get ready
hit the block like a skullytop, eat somethin’ on the way to work, confine to that 9*5
enslaved by the man, he’ll fear for his life
plus in the back of his mind, he know what’s good despises him
causе he ain’t earnin’ like thеm other guys, be floatin’ around them
her friends got diamond rings, new benz’s, designer things
surrounded by the glamor, knowing the stress that it brings
its depressing, to know a shorty prolly fantasizing bout them n words that be flexin’
he bumped into his man juan he known since he was 7
he was leanin’ on that new range, its pure white like it came down from the heavens
he say you look bad, front through some packs, make a profit
be up on your own, build a stash, double that, then pay me back
i know the drug game ain’t your route, but your my dog and i hate to see you down
so it’s something to think about(word)

chorus *
worlds gettin’ colda’, but the streets won’t let me change
block gettin hot, couple n words turned b*tch and squealed
tryna get this bread ducking cops and feds
wanna get away but the game won’t let me go
and i’m just tryna find my way home
verse 2 *
now every morning around 7:30 on the dot, he wake up with a smile
all his shops are jumpin’ now, lines of feins for like two blocks around the clock
he making money now, raw, juan they run the town
you couldn’t tell them nothing, stuntin was the main objective
juan copped the e*class, raw humble he got the lexus
new jewels for the misses, rose gold kisses, champagne flowin’ increasing their digits with millionaire wishes
cash flow is insane, and that’s when the sh*t got wicked
linking with juan was less frequent, his girl became distant
he couldn’t make sense of it, paranoia set up shop and it got the best of him
and then his intuition hit, could juan be f*ckin my b*tch?
nah, he wouldn’t do that, that’s my man 100 gram
but, could juan be f*ckin my b*tch? this sh*t shady
swear to god, ima get down to the bottom of this sh*t

- remy banks

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