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Micah THP

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You see them niggas that you hanging with?
They gone get yo ass shot
Cause one of them a Judas
So you know he talking to the cops
He talking to ya Ops
But nigga don't be shocked
Cause it's niggas wearing Kufis
Eating pork 
And they still Akhs
That just show you that the niggas that you with a change the locks
And even though you saved a seat them pussy niggas want ya spot 
So every night when you asleep
It's best you keep a Glock
Bitch I'm grinding for a reason
F*ck the fame I want the guwop
And if any nigga standing in my way he getting shot
Matter fact he getting boxed
I'm sending flowers to the service 
I didn't wanna do it but he had me feeling nervous
He was clutching on his waist
It's the way that he was swerving
I could feel it in my heart before I fucked around and hurt em

BOW BOW he dead now
Gorillas out here serving
Looking at my brother years like
Man he don't deserve em
It's a life for a life 
So I'm guessing he gotta serve em

Look
Lil nigga
Fifth-teen, he out there moving, berving
They done killed his big brother
So you know he out there lurking
Tryna blow a nigga head off
Tryna find his purpose
Fifth-teen they talking fed talk
He thinking is it worth it

He moving and he berving 
But he know that shit not working
He just tryna touch a Gucci tag 
His momma
She get Burkin
Throw some cash up in a Louie bag
He shooting shit like Irving
Wasn't satisfied until he ran his bands up 
Now they curving

He aint really have no drive to go and get no nine to five
So he stayed right on that block
Toting with a nine and five
He getting by any means
Screaming mother f*ck a job
In the trap he lost his keys
He got his mother fuckin robbed
Now look at that

And you trust them niggas 
All they did was cap
If they start shooting bitch they using you as bait
And thats a fact

And they robbed em for his racks
Blowing holes all in his cap

Now they headed to the back 
380 waving hit his back

I aint come up in this booth to tell y'all niggas about a struggle story
But I'm far from stable, I let these words struggle for me

I'm at my peak and this blade I got, it cut hella deep
It buck fifty both of ya cheeks it look like a necklace piece

Ahead of me
Too many rappers they got instead of me

Play and get a plate to the face or thats where ya head a be
A lot of niggas fake in they rapping that shit upsetting me
I went and bought a stick with the double drum like the letter B

Cause I aint fucking with niggas
Pussy I'll never be
Jewelry box shine
You watered down ya patek phillippe
Smile in my face like we cooling and I'll check ya cheek
Before you blame the can, know the camera man ain't a threat to me nigga

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