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ar-ab - intro (protocol 3) lyrics

[verse]
i done had bad dope and still sell it
pound of loud zipped up, you still smell it
homeboy wasn’t there and he’s still telling
i shot a n+gga yesterday and he’s still yelling
free snub, free fray, free baya
how can i be happy if they not?
derry and lee high was a trade block
i’m sipping sherm till it k!ll me cause they not
if i’m broke, a millionaire, it’s no change
watched my old head cook up with a coat hanger
broad day shootouts, i’m no stranger
i’ll pull it and throw bullets like joe namath
hairpins squeeze like a boar
i buy roleys then it flood like i’m noah
i done put four zips in the soda
i done put orphans in a coma
sh+t ain’t been the same sincе i bought a brick
tryna turn corporate off of one away
if homie ain’t a suckеr, what you call him then?
cause he screamed like a girl when he saw a stick
all i ever wanted was a louis belt
i done took n+ggas lives in the pursuit of wealth
my little cousin rob was always high
but i wonder what he took that made him shoot himself
i’ll never starve, baby i’m a boss
caught my first body and my baby mama called
thinking bout the nights when we was laying in the dark
started weighing hard out a millionaire’s jawn
swizz beatz and baby said “it’s you next”
new belt, big h under the crew neck
just had a thirty+six and there’s two left
i’ll make the two tec’s do a duet
we not the same, the best cloth is my fabric
it’s about like twenty years i’ve been out trapping
bando, i had to sleep in my jacket
my clip a long story, five chapters
i’ve got too much power but i deal with it
could pull the money out my pocket and get you k!lled with it
your girl cheat every day and you still with her
sh+t, this vision where bowl was my meal ticket
so thank god i ain’t get the job
my homie shot his baby mom, she tried to get him robbed
our last l!ck was crazy, i swear to god
i shot a n+gga ten times and he wouldn’t die
everyday another rapper get exposed
where i’m from you get a job or get it whole
if you’re thinking bout robbing me, just dig a hole
i seen a n+gga buy a mansion off the kitchen stove
back then we both had the same goals
i cook coke and eat out the same bowl
i’m done praying for bank rolls that can’t fold
it’s hard to name some real n+ggas that ain’t told
i know these suckers can’t stand me
when it’s war i perform like the grammys
my n+gga paul was addicted to xannys
he popped ten then he shot his whole family
everybody real till you see their statement
these yeezys cost me eighteen, i ain’t wear them lately
seth classed half a brick and grabbed an apr+n
baking soda, one+on+one, gary payton
on sight mean that you war in public
my trap house do more than warren buffett
what’s ten dope? i’ll k!ll someone if you don’t cut it
got no heart, i make her walk if she don’t suck it
i’m pitching birds underhanded
if they catch me they gon’ send me to another planet
riding dirty, the cops saw me, i never panicked
i done mailed the mother load and it never landed

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