W.w.y.d
Champagne
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Yeaa Aye Death and jail only thing I see in all my premonitions Aye Yeaa What would you do if you was in my position Death and jail only thing that I see In all my premonitions Some of my friends dead some in jail some that still here is switching Imma go to hell or to jail I couldn’t even tell the difference Nigga Show me a instance where niggas shouldn’t just tote extensions He just tryna save his life but they don’t understand his intentions Cuz I’m this street shit ain’t no retirement ain’t no pensions Someone either take your life or they give you life without no suspensions That’s why I’m just tryna get it today cuz really never know which one is your last Takin my shot while I’m fade-in like the philly special I’m completin the pass I used to trap a whole lot from when it had got dark until it was some dew on the grass I coulda died on the spot but I got the spot cuz these niggas be see through like glass I don’t understand How the f*ck niggas be claiming they real but they take the stand Niggas be Eatin wit niggas but leavin our they mans Hyping up strangers ain’t even believing in they friends I don’t even need them in the end Shit that I been feeling from within Thinkin bout them niggas in the pen Some I prolly never see again At least with out glass in front of him F*ck it imma do this shit them Give them niggas someone to depend Faith that one day it could be them Cuz to us this shit pretend Shit that we done talked about since 10 Before I had a dollar I could lend When I was goin out on limb Gettin fronted tryna get it in I’m talkin a thousand in pocket Only a few you can spend So nigga imma die about my profit been like that since i dont know when And i dont got a problem with a nigga that don’t gotta problem with me Just know we won’t worry about y’all y’all don’t worry about we Y’all know bro throwin Bs And my other cuz throwin Cs Theya have a night catchin Zs Sick with that stick like a disease And if a nigga don’t come proper they prolly chop ya like trees And Naww i won’t say I’m sorry Naww nigga my name not aziz And I want diamonds from my shoulders all way down past my knees So that when 12 pull me over they got a real reason holla freeze I’m just tryna be what I can be So I can feed my family Give em everything that they need And if my niggas ever free I just wanna be in a position where I can put em on they feet I’m tryna table big enough so that everyone can eat Yeaa
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