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03 greedo - kill me lyrics

[intro]
all the fake, all the fake love
mm, mm
yeah, yeah (h+lluva made this beat, baby)
all the fake love, all the fake love
never gettin’ to the real me (word around the hood)
heard these n+ggas tryna k!ll me (word around the hood)

[chorus]
all the fake love never gettin’ to the real me
word around the hood frenemies is tryna k!ll me
remember we was sleepin’ at the fiends’, broke and filthy
then we started steppin’, ridin’ with me, i was guilty
how you let the fame turn you around?
how i let this money turn the closest ones against me?
seen too many bodies on the ground
no sleepovers, but we used to spend the night without permission

[verse 1]
heard you stand on business on the block (yeah, yeah, yeah)
bendin’ corners in my cubicle, somebody gon’ get popped
if you don’t put in work, you gettin’ dropped
you was the type to get promoted every time we did a job
now you squeeze ’cause a n+gga rich, jealous of that b+tch
get him wrapped, let that chopper spit, steady sendin’ hits
f+ck a b+tch, had nowhere to live, i was on my d+ck
when i had nowhere to go, you invited me to your crib
in and out of town, you mostly trappin’ for attention
when i was out of town, i had them rappers in my mentions
i just supply ’em with the blow and all that drank that they would sip then
’cause i sold it for the low ’cause i was on a different mission
favor for a favor, f+ck the paper, send the verses
they’d be like, “i ain’t know you rap, i thought you just be out here murkin'”
workin’, in and out of town, that sh+t was urgent
i started to notice all the looks that you was givin’, caught you lurkin’
[chorus]
all the fake love never gettin’ to the real me
word around the hood frenemies is tryna k!ll me
remember we was sleepin’ at the fiends’, broke and filthy
then we started steppin’, ridin’ with me, i was guilty
how you let the fame turn you around?
how i let this money turn the closest ones against me?
seen too many bodies on the ground
no sleepovers, but we used to spend the night without permission

[verse 2]
jealousy, jealousy, yeah
remember you were tellin’ me, yeah
friends before the felonies, yeah
i feel like you were tellin’ me, yeah
money make the steppers start to backtrack, yeah
ain’t the blade, but this the block where all the macks at, yeah
had to do it easy, quick just to smack sh+t, yeah
like a few of these l!cks, now i’m at your neck, yeah
billy mays sh+t, first 48 sh+t
raise the murder rate sh+t
this that grape sh+t
where we spray sh+t
pat a n+gga down like a fresh pair of them bapes, b+tch
too much on my plate, b+tch
[chorus]
all the fake love never gettin’ to the real me
word around the hood frenemies is tryna k!ll me
remember we was sleepin’ at the fiends’, broke and filthy
then we started steppin’, ridin’ with me, i was guilty
how you let the fame turn you around?
how i let this money turn the closest ones against me?
seen too many bodies on the ground
no sleepovers, but we used to spend the night without permission

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah

- 03 greedo lyrics

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