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armani jordan – welcome to the neighborhood lyrics

good news imma be okay
wrist sl!ck like i’m sadd+mn hussein
i went to prom wit the d+mn ak
hov flow like the god who saves
make a f+ck n+gga walk by faith
in high school n+ggas bought my tape
the difference is n+ggas bought your plays
i changed names like the info page
i slid b+tches wit a nymphos rage
i want smoke like a lymp nodes’ pain
no workers’ comp
but the sick got paid
snake skin like a geckos face
exactly how i describe the sh+t you say
it sound sl!ck but the sh+t been fake
all you n+ggas
copy
cl!ck then paste
my n+ggas
robbing with the gl!ck
then bang
the hardest n+gga turned to kurt cobain
the realеst truth could never hurt no man
i did wrong but i admit those things
you got control
wеll i can snip those strings
you got a drake
but nah
the sh+t don’t sing
married to the money n+gga
and the b+tch don’t sleep
pimp n+gga
but he sip no lean
anonymous
but know
your b+tch know me
he talk about me but his fist don’t swing
he got the pockets but his wrist don’t bling
you outta pocket
when you mentioning me
and this a murder in the firstest degree
cause k!lling rappers ain’t a burden to me
be careful wit the beats you servin to me
producers like the silver surfer to me
and b+tch ass n+ggas they allergic to me
the coroner is like a merchant to me
k!ll them n+ggas and bring the he+rs+s for free
k!ll a n+gga
cut the lights
and pull the curtains wit speed
it’s rigamortus
what you feel in your knees
you b+tch n+gga
[bridge]
my last sh+t was some cool sh+t
your new b+tch on my new sh+t
i ain’t i’m green n+gga
i ain’t new to sh+t
and i’m still gon drop this sh+t on some boosie sh+t

[extended bridge]
bad b+tch
some masseuse sh+t
scream kobe b+tch if i shoot sh+t
yeah
militant kid on some coup sh+t
yeah
got the mask on me
i aint do sh+t
yeah
smack a f+ck n+gga wit a pool stick
yeah
whole lot of n+ggas wit triggers and hammers
my n+ggas is gorillas and k!llers and animals
armani still move like he tony montana

[verse 2]
clap at the awards and then clap at your brother
my n+ggas shoot sh+t like community centers
run up in that b+tch like we fresh prince & martin
we shooting sh+t up like the cops on a n+gga
brrtttt
i just got the drop on a n+gga
brrrtttt
my shooter just shot me a n+gga
my pockets different
we cannot go shopping
i’m rich wit the rod
yeah i’m boxing these n+ggas
told the judge suck my d+ck
and she did that
(for real?)
she a freak ass b+tch
she was wit that
(for real)
smoke a rapper
ain’t asking for pictures
(for real)
pass your main b+tch around to my n+ggas
(for real)
ain’t no talking
i’m wit it
i’m wit it
we like rocky
we did it
we did it
my k!llers is k!lling
my hitters is hitting
them bodies is dropping
im minding my business
like yeah
you gotta know where you at
you gotta bury the stash
you gotta understand
n+ggas been plotting this sh+t since the 4th grade
the back of the class
you gotta understand
n+ggas was carrying nines
right after they talk sh+t in math
you gotta understand
i was avoiding the shooters
while the gradebook was blocking my pass
and my
father died
mama cried
my brother tried to k!ll me
i kept it together
way ahead of these n+ggas like traffic and weather
it broke me apart
but i’m right back together
99 problems
a 38 special
finessing and jugging
and skipping the metro
i slip through the cracks while im gripping the metal
im the sh+t lil b+tch
yeah pick of the litter
[bridge 2]
its crazy
everybody
wanna to be a revolutionary
but dont n0body wants to revolt
i mean maybe they’re afraid
maybe you’re afraid to be the change that you wanna see
you know you only ever fear what you don’t understand
and n+ggas have never understood me

[verse 3]
if you know me then
you know
that the last couple years of my life been crazy
been going through some phases
i’ve seen some gruesome changes
mom almost lost her baby
gotta thank god for angels
we living in the matrix
cross my tees
dot my eyes
move accordingly
cover bases
room to improve is sp+cious
i went to war with satan
my life been orchestrated
f+ck that obituary
i emptied out all my savings
give f+ck bout this stupid country
my ancestors built this nation
give a f+ck bout your playlist
i was on an organ waitlist
rapping until i’m famous
like cordae on my hi my name is
my name armani jordan specialize in mic recording
they told the truth when they said when it raining then it’s f+cking pouring
you bearing arms but your n+ggas still out here beg for porridge
i’m international
give a f+ck bout how you whip ya foreign
people got baggage and iphones barely got room for storage
how the f+ck could you
know my story from instagram stories ?
n+ggas worried bout the wrong sh+t
i am not one of these n+ggas wit the non sense
seen too many kings die inside a crown vic
got the victory all my n+ggas been crowned since

[verse 4]
lifting every voice like i was gods disciple
two twin glocks
i call em prince & michael
i hate a b+tch ass n+gga cause they indecisive
if i say im bout to slide then best believe im sliding
but i ain’t wit that bullsh+t i’m tryna stop the violence
even if that means eventually we pop the violent
years taken off my life from all the drama spiraling
tears falling from my eyes but i could never wipe em
so dramatic
the side effect of the post traumatic
the flow elastic
i’m rubber banding up pills in plastic
my goals schematic
my enemies dreams can soak in acid
you been relaxin
i been relapsing
my marshal mathers

- armani jordan lyrics

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