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Flour City 3 - 38 Spesh (Ft. Eto)
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Flour City 3 38 Spesh (Ft. Eto)

Flour City 3 - 38 Spesh (Ft. Eto)
[Intro: 38 Spesh]
Trust
Ayo

[Verse 1: 38 Spesh]
We don't gamble light, we make real bets
To climb up a hill, you gotta take real steps
E, why these rats ain't killed yet?
Write a statement on me and get clapped while the ink still wet
Nigga, huh, this jacket made from seal flesh
Don't entertain these grown lames that ain't paid bills yet
Niggas want me killed, but my fate ain't sealed yet
Gave dog food to vets, but they ain't healеd pets
Trust

[Verse 2: Eto]
On the run, eatin' cold mеals left
Don't go to waste, close the drapes, blowin' cake, got my whole heels fresh
I try to tell him he the god, but he don't feel blessed
I feel him, but I'm bringin' back that old Phil next
Uh, planted in the soil
Granted, I was loyal
Money makes the world go 'round, they tampered with the coil
Things get twisted, he's restricted, told him coke is still wet, but it happens when it oils, nigga

[Chorus: Eto & 38 Spesh]
Yeah, sawed-off shotgun, call on God's son
Took shortcuts, but the long haul my run
The team had to sting once the ball hog got stung
He had a dream about some shots rung
Ayo, sawed-off shotgun, call on God's son
I'ma hustle hard and sell raw 'til the cops come
Everybody wanna be in charge 'til they got one
Most niggas act like a boss 'cause they not one
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