corrija a letra Letra In Town por Est Gee

Featuring(s) : Lil Durk

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[EST Gee]
(Turn me up, Josh)
(Trill on the Keys)
Yeah
(EastWave, you cooked this?)

My patience short, I can't go back and forth
I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse
This the most murders in history, left the city torched
Maybe now they get the point
They wasn't with us when I had like fifty bums on Tubman Court (Ayo Bleu)
They can't question nothin', we got our rank up now
I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down
I gave him assignments and he promised to make me proud
Only way you gеt home safe is if we ain't in town

[EST Gee]
And if I am, hе hit on, I'm tryna get somethin' sent home
Right where your partner rest in piss, they tried to flush your shit on
But niggas track stars, I don't know why they act hard
Only shoot at backboards
Makin' sure he don't survive, that's what we double back for
Right now, I'm in rare form
Niggas only use they feet in shootouts, they got leg arms
He died 'fore he hit the ground, the first two shots was head, lungs
Bullets hittin', have you feelin' all over your body like it's bedbugs
Four deep on the same block a flunky had killed Lil Dead on
Niggas out here reppin' like they steppin', know they dead wrong
I can promise pain for your last name even once you gone
Hard times and sad songs and blood spilt from guns drawn

They can't question nothin', we got our rank up now
I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down
I gave him assignments and he promised to make me proud
Only way you get home safe is if we ain't in town

[Lil Durk]
Can't call you my dawg if you ain't the one that's on the block with me (Let's get it)
If you ever snake me one time ever, ain't no apologies
Learned to fill up blocks before I filled out for some colleges
Few times, kicked it with some rappers, it turned out to be robberies
Ever hit a stain on a hundred pounds, you gotta get it off?
On parole, if that drive too long, I take them switches off
They throw up signs, this picture for the feds, make sure you send it off
Three hundred thousand for the Lam' truck, I make the engine cough
I need drugs, I take prescription, I'm gifted
And I can't tell you nothin', you gon' gossip 'bout my business
I care about my dawgs, not the blogs, I'm the trenches
When I'm thinkin' 'bout Von, I put an eight inside a Mistic (Yeah)

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