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b0bby – ’til the world blow lyrics

[verse 1]
started from the bottom of the map
moved from the “shy” like fifth grade
running like the water from the tap
move with a mind like what switch blades see
i ain’t never been the type of n-gg- that’d change with the fame, you could put it in quotes
been down to ride for my n-gg-s had pegs, on a mongoose sitting on spokes
pant cuffs sitting on the peanut b-tter loafs
living on the rim of the gl-ss of the water
don’t you see people out here pimping your hope
living on a whim, lower cl-ss getting slaughtered, k!lled
n-gg-s in the streets on the pipe no kilt, it’s a skirt motherf-cker you know it
pull the triggers to the beats
taking lives, no guilt
got the summer feel like it’s snowing, cold
shoulders, murders, mowed us down
d-mn, you could tell these n-gg-s need a drink
sun get hotter streets get colder, d-mn
you could tell these n-gg-s need a drink
spit his flow like is coming up the sink
and the sh-t hot like it’s coming in the mink
never dumb it down, make a dumb n-gg- think
ginger in his tea make a dumb n-gg- drink
grippin your heart and grippin your soul
grippin that iron, i’m dropping that zinc
gotta move smart i didn’t learned from the dope
just what i’m gonna do, with the c-ke and the ink
like oh no, they locked a n-gg- up for smoking purple
i’m free, i’m screaming, “free my n-gg-s” ’til the world blow
i’m screaming “free my n-gg-s” ’til the world blow
save money she gonna do it for the free

[verse 2]
staring at the bottom of the bottle
pour it out for the fam take the shots
in the land, shoot first think last that’s the motto
money on my mind
mega millions on the rise, scratch off like i’m tryna win the lotto
lot of baller n-gg-s done lied about their jump shots
tryna play the shooter ’til they shot him (pow)
got ’em (pow pow)
shoes off and kick up my feet
talk dirty, never brush my teeth
tell em i’m rosa parks, they can suck my seed
i ain’t giving up my seat
saw my face through the stain gl-ss window in church
demons in the night when i sleep
stole the collection cash out the pastor’s purse
gave it to a b-m to get something to eat
paper twistin, bend it backwards
flip the script, dyslexic actors
atom smashing, p-ssing, bombing, writing it off my taxes
uncle sam done put a deficit on my debit card
are you no compet-tor?

- b0bby lyrics

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