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Smoking good gelato Real Rx Yeah Smoking blunts back to back Cooling, tryna relax I might fuck around and black I left the kid, she called me back I've been stressed out on the daily Back to back, won't let it faze me Up this Glock then I'ma wave it Leave a nigga on the pavement I keep hearing an old lady screaming A bullet done hit a baby Another bullet done barely grazed her Fuck around, nigga, and you'll never make it I'm in the SRT, I'm racing Thinking 'bout my cousin babies I done sipped so much damn drank This like my third cup, can't even taste it They told me I'm crazy and told me I'm mad My mama said I'ma go out like my dad I walk in the house, knapsack full of crack Pistol on my waist and I got my mask My mama said, "Baby, just slow it down" I catch a opp, I'm blowing 'em down My sister said, "Boy, why you living like that?" Caught a opp, they like, "Why you did 'em like that?" All I see is dead bodies I grew up 'round dead bodies Half the city wanna rob me Won't happen over my dead body One day I'm gon' die probably 'Til then got my stick beside me My lil' sister said, "Why you always bugging?" She innocent, she don't really know nothing It's a bunch of fucked up shit in my brain No matter I try, I ain't thinking normal I up the glick and put it on you You look confused but I tried to warn you I'll fuck around, rob my mom's dad I'll fuck around, rob my mom's mom That's just the bullshit that I be on I know they gon' smile when I'm dead and gone If you don't like Papi, eat a dick On my tombstone, tell 'em suck dick They ain't fuck with me since a jit They wan' fuck with me once I'm lit I'ma put on and go hard for cuz I done forget 'bout all we done I get in my feelings and abuse the drugs Yeah, you know, brodie, but you don't know enough A gun in your hand don't make you tough You could shoot, that don't mean you're a killer I seen my brother split a quarter in half That's the meaning of a real nigga It's never no one man above the crew You never judge a book by its cover It been N.L.M.B. before G Herbo, I never left my brother I walk in this bitch like Lil Chris Came in on ten, I'm leaving on ten If I could rewind time and do it all again Wouldn't change shit, I'd do it the same as him
Writer(s): Carl-mikael Berlander, Chester Roscoe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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