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5am in kuwait - hitta castro lyrics

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intro:
yea
kuz im with the gang
we in kuwait with this one
and we gone ride out
that sh*t got bop bop
all i see is passports & palm trees
uh
it’s hitta

if you in the streets
then you can relate
i give’em the real
cause all of that sh*t they be spitting be fake
yeah
im back on the grind 24*7, 365
but i gotta get mine
if they wanna hate, tell’em its fine

but i keep a stick in the ride, wrong move
ima show how im feeling inside
put 3 in ya dome. i had to leave them alone cause they always k!lling my vibe
ain’t wasting no time, it gotta bе soon
they copy my style, and follow my moves
im laughing out loud,what i gotta provе
dont you ever get that sh*t confused

but they in the way, they watch what i do
i know they gon hate, but f*ck it im straight

we in the game, n*ggas is lame
im on a plane so f*ck what they sayin

if im on ya block, im coming to spin
and if i dont see you im coming again
i told the labels im independent
so if they wanna sign me i need least a m

im in the field still making plays
i went to jail.. all because of my rage
i member hustlin plenty of days
how you gon hate makin minimun wage

they wanna connect, but it can wait
im on a plane on my way to kuwait

n*ggas my my clones
they wanna hate me
but im on a whole other timezone
i put that on the set
cool n*gga til you get me upset
they dont wanna see me make it.. i get it
so when i do it big, dont say that i didn’t (ugh)

hitta cas
grab da gun and blast off
til he hit the asphault
its palm trees foreign money and passports
i know what they mad for…

cause… im on the top now
n*ggas dont like me
they say that they opps now

they getting hostile
i did some time in the pen and im not proud

its all pain. more dollas
got it in the balmains
they dont really wanna call names
all you lil n*ggas small change

they act mean
speak code in the streets
they dont know what that mean
2 things that i can’t stand
is a friendly hoe and a vaccine

dont care how it feel
n*ggas talk, wasn’t there in the field
i gotta make it for real
nowadays .. you just gotta be rare to be real

k!lling the game
bet they remember my name
i got’em feeling the drip,got’em insane n*ggas be saying they gang
the love ain’t hittin the same (ugh)

im not done
rappers is ass and this sh*t is not fun
buncha pill poppin, fentanyl, lean drinkin n*ggas i am not them

im top 5 and not top 10

call my shoota he’ll spray chrome
dissconnect’em like a pay phone
and like a pandemic
make him stay home

i got they mind gone and they mind blown
gettin this money what im on
if you dropped a album it ain’t going nowhere
that sh*t going rhinestone

its deeper than pain, keep it real ima keep it the same
i got a strap and you got a strap
if you want n*gga we can exchange

the mag burst
im goin in til my last verse
im going hard til my last thought
foreign money, bad b*tches and passports…. yeah

- hitta castro lyrics

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