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Christopher Evans
Christopher Evans
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Anthony Allen
Anthony Allen
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I got a lotta mf throwed how a nigga do it I'm the truth can't come near the pure bullshit i ain't for it John Madden make a play Yea John Madden make a play Acting hella strange I think niggas changed I'm a better man since I felt that pain we don't see the same I got a lotta mf throwed how a nigga do it I'm the truth can't come near the pure bullshit I ain't for it John Madden make a play Yea John Madden make a play 9 Five sega blew the cartridges 40 eat ya face move the cartilage Hit koddoni wit the Kay wasn't no argument out the back yard broadday call it in I was a ruler grandma say Jerusalem I run wit the goonies and hooligans When they gon shoot again neighbors keep moving in they want us all in them measurements It's crazy how cells and the graves are a mirror here This shit go around like a ceiling fan Venomous viral I fear for the title got hope where it's less for many men They shot atari in mini vans I got some stories I can't pretend Get took for that burner no co defense Slide in ya sternum and turn the shit Blood dripping here no tourniquet blood sport gore is a tournament Niggas piss poor gotta earn shit struggle make more niggaz learn shit How to stretch that flip this pose wit a pack you a misfit Foes at ya back wit the hit stick cold in the trap they relentless Trynna Put a end to yo sentence period we rose from the trenches They was inferior we tighten our barrier I see the holes in the fences Aint blinded by the gold cuz we been rich Thats why I'm on my toes when suspense hit For any who oppose get ya shit ripped you coming at the world and who invented it... Acting hella strange I think Niggas changed I'm a better man since I felt that pain we don't see the same niggas vision lame vision I got a lotta mf throwed how a nigga do it I'm the truth can't come near the pure bullshit I ain't for it John Madden make a play Yea John Madden make a play Im Flyer like shit on yo windshield Might dunk ya bitch no windmills U just a clip but I been reel U might be cold but I been ill I don't pop pills u niggas is feins Sleeping on me? guess they was on lean I bleed a beat like a punch to the spleen I get the bag then I'm back on scene She see the royalty just from stance Her nigga tripping girl please get ya mans Facts She wanna meet in flats We ran it up all in Saks Try me get laid like a mat She wanna fuck in the back of the back Say She in love with the tatts Stay in pursuit of the racks We do the shit to the max Ion pour up I just show up Scoop a hoe up bet she know us Oh u winnin where tho U a lame u a goofy and a weirdo You ain't moving shit scarecrow Acting like u bout it but u scared tho Madden wit the pack bet it touchdown Metro wit the wrist that's a bust down Usted to talk down but we up now Disrepect the gang and get rundown My lil pump or my uzi leave u vert That heater turn u to a hot boy no turk
Writer(s): Christopher Evans Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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