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chris king - same team! lyrics

[chorus: rjmrla]
all this compitition, f+ck the opposition
looking in the mearor, i decide to listen
n+ggas tryna vear me out of my posision
[?] with the stick, i’m feeling childish
i just bought a crib [?]
got my [?] looking [?]
like a nail tech, [?]
i got some bloods, i got some crips, and we the same team
all this ice up in my ears, i got a brain freeze
308’s up in my drum, i gotta bang me

[verse 1: chris king]
money to the ceiling, i don’t know [?]
i just know i pull up [?]
young rich and turnt from the dirt, give a young n+gga flowers
don’t know how much time [?]
i popped a 40 before the homies was pallbearers
’cause we the future, don’t need to read [?]
no [?] card [?] if you weak, then wе all parish
police just look llike janiters, clеaning up our messes
don’t protect me for one second
sh+t is worse than the great depression, if you get on top, don’t get lost
[?] like you get put in the crosshairs
start moving like a boss, start wearing what a boss wear
all this love around but there’s one n+gga that wanna put you next to god [?]
got a chopper [?] glock [?] n+ggas strapped like [?]
[?] behind your back, but you still think [?]
but i can’t complain, [?] i don’t even shop there
[?]
[chorus: rjmrla]
all this compitition, f+ck the opposition
looking in the mearor, i decide to listen
n+ggas tryna vear me out of my posision
[?] with the stick, i’m feeling childish
i just bought a crib [?]
got my [?] looking [?]
like a nail tech, [?]
i got some bloods, i got some crips, and we the same team
all this ice up in my ears, i got a brain freeze
308’s up in my drum, i gotta bang me

[verse 2: rjmrla]
this game’ll take everything out you
discourage and doubt you
[?] crossing over where you bleeding out
god fearing, hopping out the wraith, take the deman rout
juice, what you thinking ’bout?
i don’t know, sliding on n+ggas i ain’t met before
slip [?] down, my n+gga, i gotta up the score
up the pole, bullets fly, flipping, look like [?]
[?] so deep in my soul, i gotta let it off
go, just to climb another level, get my mind right
i’m f+cking up [?] b+tches up in the highrise
limelight [?] b+tch, i come from the mud, i got my sh+t up
rob me, i get it back in blood, f+ck a stick up
me and chris filling up the drum and do a duet
big shot [?]
[chorus: rjmrla]
all this compitition, f+ck the opposition
looking in the mearor, i decide to listen
n+ggas tryna vear me out of my posision
[?] with the stick, i’m feeling childish
i just bought a crib [?]
got my [?] looking [?]
like a nail tech, [?]
i got some bloods, i got some crips, and we the same team
all this ice up in my ears, i got a brain freeze
308’s up in my drum, i gotta bang me

- chris king lyrics

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