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a.g. swamp - 22 lyrics

[intro: a.g.]

yeah
(y’all ain’t f-cking with a n-gga)

[hook]
i been
out here tryna get it n-gga
on my knees every night praying i can see the bigger picture
on a paper chasing mission tryna stay up out them systems
1 time for my n-gga cause lord knows i miss him

[verse 1]
i bought a choppa cause i was tired of being that lil n-gga
and puttin pain on the beat so u can feel it n-gga
i know u hear me, but?
do u really hear me n-gga?
18 years of living i’m painting pictures n-gga
my lil n-gga got k!lled over 2 dollars
i done kicked in n-ggas doors over 2 dollars
my own homie tried to do me over 2 dollars
now u understand why i sleep with my 2 revolvers
my own father did me dirty when he left my mother
and some nights when slept i couldn’t wear no cover
cause i had nightmares on k!lling me a mother f-cka
now i wake up to that stick
clutching on that sucka

[hook](2x’s)
out here tryna get it n-gga
on my knees every night praying i can see the bigger picture
on a paper chasing mission tryna stay up out them systems
1 time for my n-gga cause lord knows i miss him

out here tryna get it n-gga
on my knees every night praying i can see the bigger picture
on a paper chasing mission tryna stay up out them systems
1 time for my n-gga cause lord knows i miss him

[verse 2]
strapped tight with that bible on the dash n-gga
riding wit a m16 and some cash n-gga
cop tried to book me talkin bout i got a p-ss n-gga
i stuck that middle finger then laughed at n-gga
my own homies turning snaker by the day n-gga
so i cut em lose not much dat i can say n-gga
my ex left me man dat hurt was insane n-gga
but dat was god sayin get back to dis cake n-gga
i’m tryna get it
holla at me if u wit it
we can make a couple plays
in some days then we can split it
i ain’t playing wit dese n-ggas
man i’m out here tryna flip it
so if u really bout it bout it
bring da sticks so we can get it
where the l1cks?
where the keys?
where this n-gga live?
i don’t care who in the house we running in his crib
and if his mama scream u could split ha f-ckin wig
and f-ck his the girl to
traumatized his kid

[hook](2x’s)

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