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Forever In Shackles
by Persée
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To be alone again
Without you
Without
Young nigga in the sandbox
Kicking up rocks
Stumble on blocks
Make them fall like some tumbling blocks
Don't tussle or box
Come on, you can fight with this glock
Fight with some shots
If you make it, then I'm popping the doc
Alright, dreams of the wraith
With the stars out of space
Money too small for you to live large in this place
Militant minded, I had these niggas marching in place
I mean, what else is they gon' do
When the sergeants irate
I need the back end
Big body whip, too big to back end
I got some niggas in the trap feeling trapped in
I need a big ass crib
With some fly ass carpet
Like Aladdin
Okay, let's make em mad den
And shake the game like the hit stick
Think for your act, nigga, don't risk it
Or we gon' slide down your block like a ripstick
And you a pro, but I'm more prolific
And you a joke, but no one gets it
I'm at you with it so specific
Bitch, I'm hotter than that stove in the kitchen
Yeah, alright, I'm back for more
On my bullshit, I'm at the door
With a full clip, you niggas is clueless
Got them squares out my circle
You can't sit with me, Judas
I'm moonwalking on the sun
At night, the stars where my shoes is
I can get loose if I got to
Won't call truce if I had to
Fuck all that treadin' water
I grab my canoe and my paddle
Niggas tryna get even
So we had to get at him
That bitch bit forbidden fruit
Now we forever in shackles
Per'c
To be alone again
Without you
Without
Young nigga in the sandbox
Kicking up rocks
Stumble on blocks
Make them fall like some tumbling blocks
Don't tussle or box
Come on, you can fight with this glock
Fight with some shots
If you make it, then I'm popping the doc
Alright, dreams of the wraith
With the stars out of space
Money too small for you to live large in this place
Militant minded, I had these niggas marching in place
I mean, what else is they gon' do
When the sergeants irate
I need the back end
Big body whip, too big to back end
I got some niggas in the trap feeling trapped in
I need a big ass crib
With some fly ass carpet
Like Aladdin
Okay, let's make em mad den
And shake the game like the hit stick
Think for your act, nigga, don't risk it
Or we gon' slide down your block like a ripstick
And you a pro, but I'm more prolific
And you a joke, but no one gets it
I'm at you with it so specific
Bitch, I'm hotter than that stove in the kitchen
Yeah, alright, I'm back for more
On my bullshit, I'm at the door
With a full clip, you niggas is clueless
Got them squares out my circle
You can't sit with me, Judas
I'm moonwalking on the sun
At night, the stars where my shoes is
I can get loose if I got to
Won't call truce if I had to
Fuck all that treadin' water
I grab my canoe and my paddle
Niggas tryna get even
So we had to get at him
That bitch bit forbidden fruit
Now we forever in shackles
Per'c
