Dead
Kway
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Ooo I’m in my new bag my bad Why you mad? Thought you knew that my bad I’m from a city where they run up on you Screaming gang, gang, gang gunning for you Don’t you snitch you bitch or they coming for you Have you wrapped up like you cooked in foil Like you cooked in foil Ooo I’m in my new bag my bad Why you mad? Thought you knew that my bad I’m from a city where they run up on you Screaming gang, gang, gang gunning for you Don’t you snitch you bitch or they coming for you Have you wrapped up like you cooked in foil Like you cooked in foil Niggas be wanting you dead no we don’t f*ck with feds Yeah bro They only hate cause we blessed they hanging on by a thread Yeah bro History proves your the threat still got the world in a mess Yeah bro Racist motherfuckers we want you dead dead dead dead Yeah bro Back back on the cruddiest Jay Rock want the bloodiest J Strizzy wid a cruddy hit Kway Kway 'bout to duppy this Been on the backroads, backroads Short cutting it back home, back home They fear when they see me Feeling uneasy They don’t have backbones backbones I get it I’m black Move on my ones and I’m under attack Move in a group and I’m under abuse Your mistaken confused Why the cuffs on my back? Bun it, bun it Now I’m bout to run it Bout to keep it two virgils & give 'em something They won’t see it coming like they think I’m bluffing Bout to play all my cards it’s all or nothing Yeah we up and coming Up and coming yeah we taking shit back So is all my peers Freedom freedom yeah we claiming it back So is all my kids Melanin melanin Calling all blacks Please have no fear, Black lives, black lives, black lives, black Justice is near Back back on the cruddiest Jay Rock want the bloodiest J Strizzy wid a cruddy hit Kway Kway 'bout to duppy this Been on the backroads, backroads Short cutting it back home, back home They fear when they see me Feeling uneasy They don’t have backbones backbones Ooo I’m in my new bag my bad Why you mad? Thought you knew that my bad I’m from a city where they run up on you Screaming gang, gang, gang gunning for you Don’t you snitch you bitch or they coming for you Have you wrapped up like you cooked in foil Like you cooked in foil Ooo I’m in my new bag my bad Why you mad? Thought you knew that my bad I’m from a city where they run up on you Screaming gang, gang, gang gunning for you Don’t you snitch you bitch or they coming for you Have you wrapped up like you cooked in foil Like you cooked in foil Niggas be wanting you dead no we don’t f*ck with feds Yeah bro They only hate cause we blessed they hanging on by a thread Yeah bro History proves your the threat still got the world in a mess Yeah bro Racist motherfuckers we want you dead dead dead dead Yeah bro
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