Lyrics OPEN CARRY - 2real Chain

Yea
JackOne
Damn
You dun'wan these problems
Damn Jack

Its a whole lotta shit dat I done seen I ain' say a word
Me and JackOne robbing all the nic's like we da spurs
Found his self in a body bag
Ova' half a fuck'n dime bag
And I was with lil JackOne when they put him onnat shirt
Made up my mind onnat day
I'm gone be da coldest wit it
Ready fa whatever and whoever wanna do it wit me
Present day, still standing on my decision
Ain't have a chance to test the water
I just dived in
Only god know places I been
Situations I survived in
Hate to admit to you like dis but dis just how it is
Where u think dis pain came from
You must believe dat I pretend
Stack'n these hun-duns up
My money start'n... get tall again

I know you told me like a thousand times dat you hate dat boy
I just wan make sure you meant dat for I erase dat boy
Yea ima scrape dat boy
Decorate dat boy
How come lil boys always wan play wit the most dangerous toys
Hope he don't play wit me
Cause one mo' felony
Gone put me up fa a lil min take me away from the streets
Dis ain't no cut to not one other nigga I fuck wit
But when it's up wit whoever it's up wit I feel safer wit D
But i'm gone sacrifice my freedom on these streets
Before I let em' take my life from me
Before I let em'
Take my
Muh-fuck'n life from me

You say it's a cold world
Fuck that shit dis world ain't cold
You let dem niggas come and fuck you over that's the route you chose
You took da higher road
I'm gone take the only road I know
You can't blame nobody else for thangs in yo life goin wrong
You had da devil by the horns, den you let go uh him
I just can't let go uh him, till I see bullet holes in him
Niggas really be ridin' dick but I guess they do the best they can
They ain' got they own mind
Survive by being a yes man
Bitch you jus a backup dancer
Go do ya lil backup dance
Ooo dis life so crazy man
Man dis life so dirty man
I'm gone my dirty dance
Again-N'-Again-N'-Again-N'-Again
Again- N'-again
Move him, get rid uh dem
Them folks don't wan see you win
Them folks don't wan see you win
Everythan' I spit be fyaaaa
Yea
I can use it as a weapon
I need licenses to carry
I need licenses to carry, all my verses cause they deadly
Everythan' I spit be fya
Yea
Nigga you don' want these problems forreal
Man these hoes really be messy
You been listening to her all day
Now you think that she ready
Butterflies all in ya belly
You ain' admit dat you was scary
Might flash out thinkin' im suge n' run em ova witha' chevy

Everything I spit be fya
Foreal
I can use it as a weapon
I need licenses to carry
I need licenses to carry all my verses cause they deadly

2Real Chain n' em
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