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wont let em - mo3 lyrics

[intro]
[?] yeah
what they doin’ to me?
i gave my heart to a b*tch and what she do? she crushed it
gave my heart to a n*gga and what he do? say f*ck me
now i’m ridin’ by myself lonely i’m getting money (woo)
now i’m shining, but i won’t let ’em take nothing from me

[pre*chorus]
all my life they talked about me they made me to blame (blame)
but if you struggled like i struggled you would’ve did the same (same)
i got family to feed, i pray for better days (i did)
and i won’t let em see me weak, they gotta feel my pain (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
try to throw dirt on my name but i won’t let ’em (oh, i won’t let em)
tried to convict me for that case but i wouldn’t let ’em (oh, i wouldn’t let ’em)
partna got jealous want my place but i won’t let em (no, i wouldn’t let ’em)
they tried they hardest to break me but i wouldn’t let ’em (why*y*y)

[verse 1]
they tried they hardest to break me but i wouldn’t let ’em
that b*tch i’m f*cking a hoe they tried to tell me
i really liked her a lot, thought she was special
but she was f*cking a n*gga she thought looked better
but i ain’t thinking bout no looks i’m thinking bout some cheddar
can’t judge a cover by the book, the fakest be the realest
the streets done did me dirty, it’s so cold i need a sweater
momma always said she told me, told her i don’t need no lecture
but i ain’t switch i just went harder, b*tch i’m ali and mayweather
got them racks and copped a foreign now that boy applying pressure
i spent thirty on this watch i’m on they neck and i won’t let em
and i got 30 in this glock don’t make me put ’em on a stretcher
my shoulder you can lean on imma keep it g
i told my brother we on and he thought i was tweaking
till i showed him my condo and fifty bands in my jeep
and for them hoes i used to want i don’t give a d*mn if they speak (why*y*y)
[pre*chorus]
all my life they talked about me they made me to blame (blame)
but if you struggled like i struggled you would’ve did the same (same)
i got family to feed, i pray for better days (i did)
and i won’t let em see me weak, they gotta feel my pain (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
this for them rich n*ggas and broke n*ggas
why you say broke? ’cause i used to be broke, n*gga
now i count a lot of dough, n*gga (dough, n*gga)
’cause being broke is not an option you either grind or i can’t f*ck with ya
see my mind state was go and get it grind by any means
and all that time i did that time i kept it stiff by any means
and for my partna i ain’t lying i would’ve did about anything
he crossed that line saying sh*t about me n*ggas be snakes i don’t really need ’em
that’s why it’s f*ck ’em, i don’t need that
don’t need no ratchet hoe asking “where the weed at?”
f*ck social media i don’t need no feedback
don’t need n0body helping me i know where i’ma be at (why*y*y)
[pre*chorus]
all my life they talked about me they made me to blame (blame)
but if you struggled like i struggled you would’ve did the same (same)
i got family to feed, i pray for better days (i did)
and i won’t let em see me weak, they gotta feel my pain (yeah, yeah, yeah)

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