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These Days

by G Perico

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Nigga I'm telling them niggas like I don't blame yall Like nigga our hood demonic niggas be Getting posessed at times i done Said fuck yall niggas at times So It's like a nigga A feel like damn this nigga Prolly gone snake me So lemme just go ahead and snake him first A nigga wasn't never gone snake a nigga Six million ways to die choose one! They say murder thy enemy love thy brother But these days nigga can't trust nothing These days nigga gotta be strapped And the place where I'm going Don't nobody got my back Thеse days I been chilling in a penthouse Thеse days I hit the block And bring the crips out Drive new shit all through South Central G how You coming? You know I gotta kill em! These days I been plotting on mo' money baby This rap game just like dope money baby 200 grand a month, fuck a bitch I stick to the code, fuck a snitch I eat at Serving Spoons on the regular Million dollar calls politicing on a cellular Niggas better level up, or get left From the black Cadillac to the jet It's all about checks, comma Murder all drama At the Landon hotel made a new baby mama I sleep with my gat, eat with my gat No games I'm in the streets with my gat These days I been chilling in a penthouse Looking at the city like Monopoly Buy it up and rent it out Then collect on the first Watch the next 12 months how I triple my worth They say murder thy enemy love thy brother But these days nigga can't trust nothing These days nigga gotta be strapped And the place where I'm going Don't nobody got my back These days I been chilling in a penthouse These days I hit the block And bring the crips out Drive new shit all through South Central G how You coming? You know I gotta kill em! Murder, death, kill We Ballin everyday this shit real I felt joy, pain then the sunshine came Bounced off my neck, blinded all the hate From a house by the beach when I slide through the trench Wonder how I stole her heart Baby I'm just a pimp I'm the nigga that you dreamed About in yo bed when you woke up late night Soaking wet between yo legs I'm the nigga that brung The hood something special I'm the nigga that took it to the next level I'm the nigga that'll never Fold under pressure I'm the nigga showed the homies They could do something different And be successful But niggas hate me for this Shit boy it's stressful I won't ever be regretful We gone learn all these bitch Ass niggas a lesson They say murder thy enemy love thy brother But these days nigga can't trust nothing These days nigga gotta be strapped And the place where I'm going Don't nobody got my back These days I been chilling in a penthouse These days I hit the block And bring the crips out Drive new shit all through South Central G how You coming? You know I gotta kill em!

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