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ab (ind) - do it (freestlye) lyrics

yuh
how much sh+t you gotta parry in this world
just to die on a ride through the trenches in the night
tell me why you say you married to my girl
when the truth is i just got my inches in your wife
marking up my spot, cuz’ you barking up the wrong tree
darkest on the spot, and i’m parking sons a lot
see, men, i’m dropping lot
and i let these p+ssies carry my pebbles like i’m the rock
all of the bridges that i’m burning are just feeling like they’re worth it
if you wanna be a part, then work it
if you can’t express yourself then word it
cuz’ everybody that i’m keeping in my circle is serving a purpose
wеll my scars are legitimate
bars will intimidatе your squad
and eliminate the frauds and it’s imminent
my pauses are limited
cuz’ you must’ve cared
but i just massacre like it’s tiananmen
yeah and i know many men
who wishing death upon me
but i bet they gon see
check the records on me
check the ruckus i leave
and i keep it on the hush
only on records, i speak
to be fair tho, i don’t care bro
you can say you the hottest
but i don’t think you’re there tho
i think i heard an artist
that was sounding so bare close
cappin’ bout being hardest
but you rapping a shared flow
that is something you can ask me what it cost
and i’ll probably point to people that i lost
you’d probably think i hate em
but i like to think that everything is squashed
i ain’t got no time to waste upon the washed
i can’t be asked
should’ve known that i was really petty
he tryna beef i pull out my machete
he wanna let it sizzle, i just swing+ you see confetti
his head all over the jetty floor looking like strip club fetty
make you silly groupies all regret it, huh
if you could only see where i was headed, huh
seizing opportunities presented, huh
i make a freestyle feel authentic, huh
you can see i’m no romancer, slow dancer
hold hands or hold cans for old nan
so you’re cancelled
whole prancer, gold panther
hoe’s cancer, don’t pander
door rings but no plans to
hoe in, so no answer
maybe what i’m tryna set into tune
is maybe what’ll get this jet to the moon
cuz’ crazy ladies with baileys
and friends who actin fugazi
plus everyone that’s shady
is what i got set in to prune
look, almost fell outta love with this art
but nothing ever could replace hip+hop
i was too caught up in the clouds
ended in broken hearts
and so i had to pause the game
and do it all from the start
pick it apart
well for starters, i had to learn how to flow on beat again
how to jot lines, thinking quick on my feet again
how to dot i’s, cross t’s, then i freed the pen
i don’t want a 9, lil’ b+tch i’ma be the 10
call me ben, i’ma be the rap alien
green but i’m calm cuz’ the za i’m inhaling in
mean and i’m armed like a bomb
take your mom to your prom
read a psalm then i’ll harm like a h+llion
never have a second guess on your mind
now i’m back on the grind
ain’t no gyal made me do it
felt like i fell to the back of the line, i had to shine
feeling like i was in h+ll made me do it

- ab ind lyrics

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