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compton av & steelz - net 30 (intro) lyrics

[verse]
i’m the missin’ piece to the youth
and to the streets, i’m the truth
but to the opps, i’m a trophy
voice of the hood, i get on beats and let my soul speak
this ain’t a song, this an anthem
wanna see my n+ggas all get rich and ride phantoms
cash out mansions and bust down rollies
runnin’ up a check instead of runnin’ from the police (instead of runnin’ from the police)
i ain’t know nothin’ about no richard mille
i was tryin’ not to slip and let these n+ggas k!ll me
’cause these n+ggas doin’ drills for the thrill
everything i rap is real, ayy, this city give you chills
it’s a cold world, but i’m still outside
n+ggas prayin’ on my downfall, but still, i rise
and when i die, blow a whole bag at my funeral
all+white doves, my sh+t better be beautiful (yeah)
n+gga, the city better celebrate my legacy
and make sure them n+ggas is my brothers when they carry me (brothers)
tell all of my ex+hoes don’t show up and embarrass me (what?)
and put a million dollars in my casket when they bury me
this therapy
that’s what my music like for street n+ggas (street n+ggas)
we took our losses like bosses, we gon’ keep winnin’ (gon’ keep winnin’)
n+ggas ghosted on the ‘net, n+ggas sneak dissin’
ayy, tell our opps we fifty up and we gon’ keep spinnin’ (brr)
hundred+round draco, we get busy, no kizzy (no cap)
you lookin’ at them n+ggas in the city, we get litty (we litty)
suckers switched sides, now them n+ggas on my sh+t list (on my sh+t)
lookin’ in the mirror, can’t believe i made it this rich
bust+down carti’ on my wrist, this sh+t feel different (this sh+t feel)
these n+ggas prayin’ that i lose, but i’m still winnin’ (still winnin’)
a n+gga made it out the trenches, but i’m still in it
you inside, we outside in the field with it (let’s get it)
first check, i went crazy in the streets (facts)
flooded out the cuban and went crazy on the piece (bling)
second check, a n+gga went crazy with the chops (chops)
bought ’em for the hood and went crazy on the opps (brr)
i be bag chasin’ on this money on my lonely (money on my lonely)
i tell ’em like, “back, back, n+gga, you don’t know me” (you don’t know me)
these groupie hoes won’t let me go, they tryna ho me (what?)
remember back then, she ain’t want me, now she all on me
the money didn’t change me, it just changed the way i look at sh+t (changed the way i look at sh+t)
you n+ggas don’t really love me, you just full of sh+t (full of sh+t)
and you was supposed to hold me up, that’s how it should’ve went
but n+ggas let me down, so i’m careful who i pull up with (let’s go)
i done seen record deals and said i wouldn’t take it (said i wouldn’t take it)
and took care of ho n+ggas that said i wouldn’t make it (that said i wouldn’t make it)
now these n+ggas callin’ my phone tryna rekindle (watch out)
this lamborghini only fit two, it’s not a limo (skrrt)
you n+ggas not invited to this party this time (this time)
i’m ballin’ and i got another million on my mind (on my mind)
n+ggas breakin’ alarm clocks they should’ve set early (should’ve set early)
show ’em what’s the true definition of net thirty
net thirty, n+gga

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