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Two of my realest turned fake on me I don't even know what's real nomo Niggas smacking and kreepin dey dawgs so with this FN I protect my soul dawg Died when I was in that cell real definition of heart Been cold niggas wanna Smack me yea I been told steady sparking my wood till I gotta spark that Pole same niggas played in sandbox with same niggas Wanna see my top split hating Niggas watch dem scary niggas they be the main ones turning to cops bih People my age don't live to be old nomo so I be tryna Change my ways quick you ever gave yo last to somebody But deep inside you know they Wouldn't do the same shit but you love that person you don't wanna see'm hurt so You'll keep doing it again I got it on my own Ian walk roun wid open hands and if You see my hand it's a 30 clip hanging out the end You got somebody that been through The worse with you keep 'em close its a 1 out of 10 If you'll find it again im still screaming rest up the guys until I meet The guys spitritual young nigga I can see a snake from a mile a way Shoot his head off if he slide roll up a wood Clutch my fi while I'm lookin in the sky Ima be the last one standin I'm tryna see 85 but if that time come early don't cry just sing My song screamin run why you looking in the sky Take yo sack feed da fam nd take a trip to Dubai think I'm lackin roll the dice they killed my dawg he ain't do Shit Every since then my head on ain't been right mask on gloves tight Thats the only way to make it right I stuff dosia in this Russian to keep my head on tight I remember when I was in that cell when I was sending kites Niggas getting smacked niggas getting dropped jus for getting hyped
Writer(s): Michael Rayam Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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