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      A Lot

      21 Savage

      Album: i am > i was

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      21 Savage - A Lot Música y Letra

      Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do)
      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
      Yeah, ah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
      
      How much money you got? (straight up)
      How much money you got? (straight up)
      How much money you got? (straight up)
      How much money you got? (a lot)
      
      How much money you got? (a lot)
      How many problems you got? (a lot)
      How many people done doubted you? (a lot)
      Left you out to rot? (a lot)
      How many pray that you flop? (a lot)
      How many lawyers you got? (a lot)
      How many times you got shot? (a lot)
      How many niggas you shot? (a lot)
      How many times did you ride? (a lot)
      How many niggas done died? (a lot)
      How many times did you cheat? (a lot)
      How many times did you lie? (a lot)
      How many times did she leave? (a lot)
      How many times did she cry? (a lot)
      How many chances she done gave you?
      Fuck around with these thots (a lot)
      
      Every day that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stick
      I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
      Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch
      But I'm 21 4L, ain’t no way I'ma switch
      
      Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
      My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
      Gang vs the world, me and my dawg, it was us
      Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really fucked me up
      My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
      My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
      I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
      But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats
      
      How much money you got? (a lot)
      How many problems you got? (a lot)
      How many people done doubted you? (a lot)
      Left you out to rot? (a lot)
      How many pray that you flop? (a lot)
      How many lawyers you got? (a lot)
      How many times you got shot? (a lot)
      How many niggas you shot? (a lot)
      How many times did you ride? (a lot)
      How many niggas done died? (a lot)
      How many times did you cheat? (a lot)
      How many times did you lie? (a lot)
      How many times did she leave? (a lot)
      How many times did she cry? (a lot)
      How many chances she done gave you?
      Fuck around with these thots (a lot)
      
      Yeah, I just came from the a
      I drove back home, six hour drive, six and a half
      Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
      He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
      You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that
      
      Question
      How many faking they streams? (a lot)
      Getting they plays from machines (a lot)
      I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
      Niggas ain't really big as they seem (hmm)
      I never say anything (nah), everybody got they thing (true)
      Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes (hmm)
      I'm on a money routine
      I don't want smoke, I want cream
      I don't want no more comparisons
      This is a marathon and I’m aware
      I been playing it back from a lack of promotions
      I never was one for the bragging and boasting
      I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself
      But the people want everything else
      Okay, no problem, I’ll show up on everyone album
      You know what the outcome will be
      I'm batting a thousand
      It’s got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me
      Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me
      And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got
      He call it a lot, I open my book and I jot
      Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot
      I picture him inside a cell on a cot
      ’Flectin' on how he made it to the top
      Wondering if it was worth it or not
      I pray for markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
      Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga
      Though I never met you, I know that you special
      And that the lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga
      Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga
      I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
      I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
      When they thought that I wasn't gone pan out, I got a plan
      They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends
      Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest who did it
      Before it all ends, nigga
      
      How much money you got? (a lot)
      How many problems you got? (a lot)
      How many people done doubted you? (a lot)
      Left you out to rot? (a lot)
      How many pray that you flop? (a lot)
      How many lawyers you got? (a lot)
      How many times you got shot? (a lot)
      How many niggas you shot? (a lot)
      How many times did you ride? (a lot)
      How many niggas done died? (a lot)
      How many times did you cheat? (a lot)
      How many times did you lie? (a lot)
      How many times did she leave? (a lot)
      How many times did she cry? (a lot)
      How many chances she done gave you?
      Fuck around with these thots (a lot)

      21 Savage - A Lot Música y Letra

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