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don blxnco - no hook lyrics

(verse 1)

who you know who be the youngest motherf-cker spitting, this sh-t is exercise, i’m turning heads like murdered chickens, when i was broke we hit the grocery stores and stole some dishes and now my federal papers got the label felon printed
i jumped in boiling waters and i’m still stuck, serving up grams of weed to addys fore my mama shifts up
and still ain’t made profits to help my fam up
i’m trying stack dollars signs from the grime to the sun but yet y’all sleeping on me
i’m living in days where i’m packing pocket knifes up on me, even my thoughts couldn’t recognize a fiend from a homie
i’m hypnotized, my conscience been through too much, i’m from florida, where it’s sunny then it showers abrupt, that’s like my living with some peoples that i knew growing up, we went from park slides to wanting mob ties oh god i don’t know where to start, my optimisms found its finish line, i’m clocked in early to the streets and working overtime
sublime rhymes, prada mixing with black culture i add up some haitian then you get this f-cking soldier
my mouths a barrel heavy loaded with smoke blowing shown to load on any burden so your mug’s not showing
playing in weed smoke; has lead to chrome toting, watch your back
police lights ain’t done nothing but glue some orange onto black
griselda blanco grazing at this fantasy i’m at
waters getting deeper so my future might just promise that

(verse 2)

i ain’t gon front, i glue my truths to these rhymes and ain’t no fabrication when i put my temple to time, i’m fully activated like the bunny off energizer, gotta detonated mind and time is getting more fine
records like fine wine, romanee-conti mentalidad, who thought i’d be this menacing by flipping pages in a paperback, a dictionary tab could take you long ways, encyclopedic knowledge ersatz exodus from graves
and i’m great, but yet you know that so for something hackneyed, a friend’s as equal as a feign but the family’s betrayal’s damaging
corleone’s decision of carlo rizzi’s reneging, trahison des clercs doesn’t come in acts of discriminate, a comprehensive statement, that’s established but the closest one’s feeding to put your name on a stab list
so i keep my friends and enemies close, 20’s back it
and i’m cutting ties with suckas like i’m scr-ping on catfish
i’m sick and water ain’t clearer lately
fired from 2 jobs that was paying 100 maybe, maybe 150
f-cked up my profits adding drugs in my stash
my plug’s dependent yet sometimes it’s hard to flip up my pack
so my raps come from my desperate ties of torment and lies
knowing the projects just a setting where you suffer then die
the shoulders in my church is turning on me, pastor rolled eyes
so now i’ve made my decision on what to do with my life

- don blxnco lyrics

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