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I'm a motherfucking thug, as long as I'm breathing
I'm known to blast for any reason
Got so many police breathing down my neck
I lose my breath with every step
I feel like I'm walking towards death
I'm claustrophobic, I just might snap
Spittin' all these heartless raps
Paranoid, catch me ridin' with my mind on my straps
I'll give you that punch when I'm wildin'
Niggas think I'm all that
Talkin' shit behind my back
Suckas need to stall that
When the instinct kick in, then I sin
This is how I react
Nigga, fuck a battle rap
Me, I'm not a battle cat
For all you simple-minded motherfuckers
Twenty-twos will rattle that
Stressin' like a drunk that done broke and hooked on Prozac
Me, I'm not your average nigga
Ex-hoe, did you hear that?
Every time I quit, I relapse
This game just keep on callin' me back
Life is all about get-backs
Retaliation and straps
So I can't sit back
We strapped in case we hit back
That karma be a motherfucker
So I guess I'll never relax
I live my life in the trenches
Duckin' dogs in the next sentence
I contain my ambitions
And you can feel it every sentence
I'm known to blast in a instance
Most niggas scatter when they witness this
My pistol go "blaow blaow!"
And them bitches hit fences
I live my life in the trenches
Duckin' dogs in the next sentence
I contain my ambitions
And you can feel it every sentence
I'm known to blast in a instance
Most niggas scatter when they witness this
My pistol go "blaow blaow!"
And them bitches hit fences
Now, they lucky I'm missin'
I gots no love and that's no contradiction
Thug to the core, one hundred percent
No, this ain't no competition
Niggas need to know this
In case you haven't noticed
I'm true to explosions
Bitches call me ferocious
And I act like I never noticed
Gettin' paid is my motive
That's why I'm always in motion
I'm goin' crazy, tryna get paid
This everyday commotion
I'm rollin' nice and soft
And thankin' Dre, Grey, the coldest exposin' hoes
Everywhere I go, I sit in your poles
I shoot up on them, must've thought I was soft
'Cause I don't pack one
With or without my gun, I'm a savant
Like it or not, bite your tongue or get blazed on
I'm crooked as cops, that's how a motherfucker stay strong
In the land of the sheep, in the land of the weak
Where niggas get blammed for they Gs
To the head with an AP
About three or four times
It's come complete, this game is deadly
How many more times I gotta creep to get a piece?
I live my life in the trenches
Duckin' dogs in the next sentence
I contain my ambitions
And you can feel it every sentence
I'm known to blast in a instance
Most niggas scatter when they witness this
My pistol go "blaow blaow!"
And them bitches hit fences
I live my life in the trenches
Duckin' dogs in the next sentence
I contain my ambitions
And you can feel it every sentence
I'm known to blast in a instance
Most niggas scatter when they witness this
My pistol go "blaow blaow!"
And them bitches hit fences



Авторы: Ryan M Wood, Xo Copyright: Songs Of Koch, Psydal Music



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