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$avage of fge - 6 god (remix) lyrics

[verse: $avage]

bop! bop! bop!
gunshots by the bus stop
go to school with the tool in the lunchbox
slung rock, 6 foot no jumpshot
n-ggas die young, coming where i’m from
man it’s hot up in the 309
so you gotta keep a 9
youngins got stripes, f-ck adidas signs
but i’m trying to find the peace of mind
blowing loud, thinking all about the n-ggas that i had to leave behind
my uncle in the jail n-gga (yeah his -ss gone)
over 10 in the cell n-gga (sent his -ss home)
rest in peace my homies dead
hope i see them boys again
that’s heaven or h-ll n-gga (gripping on the chrome)
while i’m thinking ’bout a crime
selling dimes
need a dime
times hard so my momma got another job
bill due, told the plug that i need 2
need food, then a motherf-cker getting robbed
went from roaches in the kitchen
paper plates, it wasn’t dishes
ramen noodles, that’s all that i ate n-gga
other sh-t was too expensive, knew i had to make a difference
so i prayed and asked god for a way n-gga
and he told me make music, grind hard
stay to it man, made me wanna sing like drake do it
ohhh i’m just playing but i’m plotting on a milly
going hard like i can’t do it
n-gga whatever it takes, do it
if you gotta rob a bank with a mask and a cape, do it
putting money in the safe
but i’m thinking about the day that my family’s in a place with a gate to it
[?] safe for my brother, he can play in the streets, not worrying about gangs or straight bullets
cause in the 9 n-ggas dying all the time
cross me like a finish line bullets race through him
bang
got a ak in the 8th grade
same n-ggas in the gang ain’t a thing changed
but i’m tryna get some money, on the come up with my brothers
if you n-ggas play with ’em then it’s bang bang, bang
and i ain’t one to rap boy
15 with the dreams of a jack boy
and n-gga i don’t ever snitch
but you could call me a rat
cause if it’s cheese in your trap imma snap boy
why they had to [?]
but i know you ain’t gone you just moved to a safe place
more money, more problems
and they had to [?]
so before they touch a mil’ imma say grace
dear father, imma sinner
and forgive me, cause i swear imma k!ller
you could sort ’em out when i send ’em
had a dream to be a sinner, cause kareem was my n-gga
but i ain’t have a sky hook
but my punchlines landing like a right hook
so i stopped shooting bricks, and i started moving zips
grams for the 15, i got a nice cook
and if you want a feature, you better come up with the cheddar for the 15, you could get a nice hook
baretta underneath the sweater
try to setup you’ll get wet up
over 15, you’ll get you’re life took
god

- avage of fge lyrics

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