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2kz - intern lyrics

hook:
these b-tches on me, tryna get a slice
they treat the condo like it’s paradise
my life a gambel, like a pair of dice
trap a lady, yeah they heard me right

free my n-ggas till they free
shooters siding up with me
i don’t do this sh-t for free
barely do this sh-t for me, no

n-ggas talking like they ready for war, but they don’t want smoke
junkies sitting in the split-up house, and they all want the smoke
yung n-gga, yeah was broke and down till i ran in some dope
got a intern in the streets, and that sh-t gave me hope

verse:
we ain’t speaking on the phone
undercovers tryna call
know i gave ‘m dial tone
yung n-gga tryna ball
give my daughters everything i never had
other words, i’m tryna give ‘m it all
spend a quick 10 racks in the mall

n-ggas making videos for the lol
that’s the sh-t that got a n-gga in odd
got me thinking bout the sh-t that he saw
feeing money, i ain’t tryna getting involved
all these dope, i cannot keep it in socks
bad b-tch, got her beating the pot
big belly, almost touching the pot
big belly, ’cause i’m eating a lot

certain n-ggas said that they were riding, but i think that they boutta rename
dirty cops got me checking the mirror, i’m watching for feds
my b-tch hate me when i’m paranoid, she said it’s all in my head
she don’t know i got a half in the car, and a whole lotta bread

i got locked because dope in my loft, 4 block and i’m serving it hot
big body i’m taking over the lot, n-ggas taught now there’s whole lotta watch
dump the meds, when i’m cooking the rocks
free my n-gga, he just sold to a cop
hustle rests, 60 months in the building
that’s the jail, headed straight to the block

hook:
these b-tches on me, tryna get a slice
they treat the condo like it’s paradise
my life a gambel, like a pair of dice
trap a lady, yeah they heard me right

free my n-ggas till they free
shooters siding up with me
i don’t do this sh-t for free
barely do this sh-t for me, no

verse:
i don’t pay no mind to these n-ggas, i went bigger
i would never drop a dime on my n-gga, that’s go figure
i’m in another cl-ss, yeah
feds sitting in the parking lot, i need another trap
ex-girl tryna face tim, but you know i’m gone, poof
i’m on to some new sh-t

only n-gga who still kicks in the city, i’m stuck into something exclusive
i had to seperate myself to n-ggas who think that i’m moving reclusive
aiming on, with the white tee, beat the pot, i’m abbussive
cops want me back in the cruiser, i’m way to illusive
bad b-tch dripping in madusa, she loving my music
with a n-gga who brings guns in the uber, partying bullsh-t
i’m with n-ggas who come for a good time, but we can get ignorant

i was sitting in the back of a cold room when i heard my n-gga get a 5-piece
but after that i made a phone call, and whent ot with a 9-piece
this the life i gotta live, i’m just tryna feed my kids
authentic, no cap n-gga, i’m just rapping what it really is

hook:
these b-tches on me, tryna get a slice
they treat the condo like it’s paradise
my life a gambel, like a pair of dice
trap a lady, yeah they heard me right

free my n-ggas till they free
shooters siding up with me
i don’t do this sh-t for free
barely do this sh-t for me, no

- 2kz lyrics

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