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az - my niggas lyrics

[produced by buckwild]

[verse 1]
yes, i love my n-ggas
ballers, thoroughbreds, drug dealers
bosses, goons, bidders, cold k!llers
them stay strapped silverback gorillas
yeah, they all my n-ggas
r.i.p. b.i.g., nas, jigga
u-god, ghost, rae, my n-gga rza
big l, pun, pac, n-ggas miss ya…
sh-t, i reps for my n-ggas
i ice pick a n-gga neck for my n-ggas
no regrets to the death for my n-ggas
fly n-ggas
west coast, ny n-ggas
south n-ggas, even my educated house n-ggas
clout n-ggas, this sh-t is about figures
black duffle, wrist wear it attract trouble
how to trap, bubble
gotta keep that mac m-ffled
don’t act puzzled, for a plate oaths’ll break
no codes, crossroads, them expose chose they fate
awake, up late, welch’s grape and cîroc
in a cranberry bm, circulatin’ the block
you know certain n-ggas stay perpetratin’ for props
’til you put hands on ’em
or have ya mans and ’em blam on ’em
in broad day ’til the beef sautéed
examples, bein’ made’ll make a n-gga more afraid…

[verse 2]
with no scope could poke holes through ya meat loaf
it’s no joke could pop the toast off a ski slope
blowin’ smoke, crushin’ the ‘dro up in a c-note
polo pea coat, too for dolo to be broke
gotta feel us n-ggas
show respect or either k!ll us, n-ggas
drug dealers, thoroughbreds and bidders
body sn-tchers, silverback gorillas
y’all all my n-ggas
all my life i done poured out liquors
spit scriptures, my sh-t is the sickest
got old pictures of me to show what the mix is
money mayhem, magnum bottles of moë
that c-cked gold plated 40 glock gets holy
on any block hip-hop rocks i’m cozy
from the moss to them cell blocks, they know me…

[verse 3]
dope boy me, dope boy z
from the ’90s in bk, blew the ot
ounce of soufflé, whipped the whole key
pound of pure yay flipped, i’m cozy
custies od, drugs was trophies
chicks was hand picked, wrist was rollie
mr. low key from the bottomless pit
ghetto life, grew up on some guantanamo sh-t
dominoes quip, pot mix, envelopes l!ck
cops, slip, get lock b-tch, i don’t know sh-t
honor no snitch, the seed of a poisonous breed
believe to be conceived through soulless greed
never free, trapped, been to h-ll and back
been jail, been bailed, still well intact
harpels, been in gucci, chanel in saks
the car rails or the cartel, tell ’em that

[outro]
real n-gga season has begun
for all my real n-ggas
i rep for you, i rap for you, i ride for you
ghetto to ghetto, city to city
hood to hood, i salute.. my n-ggas

- az lyrics

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