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13 stacc away - 13- westend lyrics

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i grew up in the westend (chuch)where you get lined for your bricks and your p’s like reco did to his best friend(slime) i really came from the trenches serving them fiends front page in the benches heard that my name got mentioned looking for the opps with the mops and extensions
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you ain’t never serve no sentence suppose to come home to a brick and a phone but your right hand man ain’t sent it hoody on trayvon mask n a glove now he chose to resort to a weapon all he ever wanted was a l!ck headshot now his body going stiff put the body in the trunk had to throw it off the cliff get back to the crib watch the news light a spliffy up we keep the flocks and the 30’s tucked bullets make him jump like a burpee casket closed no surgery you ain’t no waiter can’t serve me the minute i put the glock in my palm and stopped reading my psalms i knew that something was wrong like wtf was he on n+gga going cray cray fn gg ak’s blocks getting wet with the alphabet red beam scope on the intratech get em all smoked up cigarettes right now my mind on a different meds 3
calibers fill him up with different leds no cameras shots from a different lens he a rat how he end up in a different ends your neighborhood raided cuz he did it all again my close friend facing life cuz he talkative in the trap telling stories of the things he did a snitch had a wire now he gotta do a bid all he ever wanted was a mill to numb his pain it’s come to taking pills he hoped to be in beverly the hills now it’s 23 hrs in his cell locked downs 3 sh+tty meals i can really tell you how it feels told him out the guns down pick the re+up take care all your family till you free up mother and they fathers really need us momma up she crying out to jesus while i was doing robberies in yeezy’s drip on tap water stay leaky suck me good her nails are looking fleeky do a hit and leave the scene neatly
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cuz i grew in the westend where you get lined for your bricks and your p’s like reco did to his best friend i really came from the trenches serving them fiends front page on the trenches heard that my name got mentioned looking for the oops with the mops and extensions
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i ain’t really one to brag she like how i smell that’s the newest fragrance chanel no.5 for men say you want beef i’m cooking up angus my queen so baddie tats on her waist thick lips be looking the pangest soon as i walk in the room p+ssy all jumpy looking all anxious say she got a thang for the gangsters westend bangers rough and dangerous picked up the glock before rock 30 round caliber stock run outta time on your clock ain’t got no tick in your tock shoot till it bridge and it c+ck shoot till it bridge and it grew in a time where shootings were lowkey everyting lovely everyting crodie then came rats now everyting sticky right hand asking why you don’t know me close friend snitching once was my home gave mag life like d+mn crodie wats that we living round here keep my bible my revy don’t live with no fear
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cuz i grew in the westend where you get lined for your bricks and your p’s like reco did to his best friend i really came from the trenches serving them fiends front page on the trenches heard that my name got mentioned looking for the oops with the mops and extensions

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