412 SUITS
Merceze
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Niggas right or wrong I was livin dead wrong Living trippin the minute the tab touch the tongue gone Going and I won't come back Lead was hittin niggas in the back of the lung I won't hold that All niggas know that I can't form trash I can't horde ass Feel my corpse ash Feel it burnin up This for my niggas who know they not enough Feel it burn it up they know they not enough cough Now it's time to act right Smoke it by the gas pipe When I have a bad night Close my eyes and blast by Flag right I done that too Tell me right or wrong Another point of view Bottles and my fumes Smoke up by the crew and Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu Bottles and my fumes Smoke up by the crew Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu Another verse for you Truth in a song Another burden through Nuisance to allah I be getting through it I go through with it raw I'm nothin but a creator Some say that I'ma god Show you where the truth is I been movin blue bricks Boolin in the new whip Show em how I do it Know the truth fits Now I gotta prove it Now I gotta loosen Now I gotta do it Shit is getting cold for me low as zero degrees Notice that they notice me The note is only hope for me Hopefully You and me see Eye to eye Hopefully you can see and aren't blind Number ninety nine with a bitch to the right of this spine Fast and fighting lies with the switch by my side I Ain't ever gon stop Change for you but everyone else sees a cold heart Now it's time to act right Smoke it by the gas pipe When I have a bad night Close my eyes and blast by Flag right I done that too Tell me right or wrong Another point of view Bottles and my fumes Smoke up by the crew and Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu Bottles and my fumes Smoke up by the crew Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu Sip up for my niggas The ones that never switch up Got a crystal and religion with the liquor in my liver With a trigger to my wrist uh The kidd is gonna get ya Growing with killers I can paint a perfect picture My Papa fell ill numb I couldn't feel For year I swear nigga I couldn't tell if I was real I was livin with the pills I call em red and blue When they said it was true I ain't know what to do But I'm back on my bull shit on god I'm dropping bombs and I'm Booling on my boss shit caught mother fuckin bombs Point it at my arms bitch You can't score a fucking scar I'm so fucking lost I'm so fucking gone Got a back bone built for em by the bite of them block boys And my stacks so trill by the sight of these shots boy I deploy and destroy every single thing that you enjoy Thicken up the skin coy fish stinking up my shit drawer Now it's time to act right Smoke it by the gas pipe When I have a bad night Close my eyes and blast by Flag right I done that too Tell me right or wrong Another point of view Bottles and my fumes Smoke up by the crew and Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu Bottles and my fumes Smoke up by the crew Smoke enough for you just to see me in the stu Life Sometimes Looks at you funny When you look back Crack a smile Let life know that everything is alright
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