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ar-ab - many men freestyle lyrics

[verse]
took thirteen shots, i survived it
i’m bout to quit rap and start robbing
these n+ggas sneak diss and they blogging
and then they call your phone and deny it
we don’t do banks or deposits
we just throw it all in the closet
the stick in the car while i’m driving
leave it on the backseat, we don’t hide it
i did state time with the savages
n+ggas talked wrong, i was stabbing ’em
everybody tough till they get shot
and then they take the stand, it was ab and ’em
the cops kicked the door to my pad
had to flush two bricks, i had more in the stash
seen a n+gga diе for a four and a half
he got hit with the k and it tore him in half
see y’all was playing ball in your gym class
i was going to war, two tec’s in a gym bag
i been bad sincе the age of ten
in the crib cutting coke till the razor bend
this money turned me to a monster
the pill game turned me to a doctor
this good kush turned me to a rasta
my twenty+two turned into a chopper
i remember bricks went for twenty+two
that’s when i beat a body, i was twenty+two
you ever seen the pain that the money do?
a n+gga k!ll your kids right in front of you
couple hunnid bands just to make it in a drought
if i didn’t make it, i was breaking in your house
that b+tch that you taking to your house
i done blown a whole generation in her mouth
i done got rich off a water whip
nine+to+five, back and forth transporting it
kicked the b+tch out, she was snorting it
i aim it at your head then i slaughter it
i sell ’em like meechy
and everything come with a receipt
my best friend girl wanna eat me
rob me? i don’t see it like stevie
i’ma make ’em a believer
my team all shooters, i’m steve kerr
if shawty don’t swallow i leave her
a dope boy, i ain’t ever have a visa
trey pound snub, i don’t leave sh+lls
but when you’re selling hard you don’t need scales
l!ck ’em off, don’t gotta hit the details
he climb through your window like ezel
’99 i used to play ball
’09 broke nine into eight+b+lls
just cooked two+fifty and eight lost
i ain’t gotta get signed, i’ll take yours

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