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dot cromwell - choppd lyrics

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vocal sample

“the man we captured has escaped
i’m certain i can beat you
your kung fu is pretty good
you have proved that you fight well, now you can join us.”

“sw+nky chill”

verse 1
not for the play play
say i’m a vibe she tell me she know
saying the same thing
so you should be cool if i get up and go
switch up the game plan
stay to myself i don’t care if you know
it’s harder to maintain
n+ggas is faking for real and it shows
there’s no need for us to speak about it
keep it g about it
be discreet about it
like my women black, that’s how we exotic
you should keep it quiet
i’m the sleeping giant, like (what)
nah back talk won’t rock
look at wherе from and we on the top
30 thousand feet and we from thе block
n+ggas looking like they need me to stop, like (what, what)

chorus

you got me chopped (ugh, yeah)
you got me chopped
swear to god, got me f+cked up
tell the valet bring the truck up like (woo, woo)
you got me chopped (ugh, yeah)
you got me chopped
i’m a saint from a sinners block
where they whip the rock to a cinderblock like (what, what)
you got me chopped (ugh, yeah)
you got me chopped
swear to god, got me f+cked up
tell the valet bring the truck up like (woo, woo)
you got me chopped (ugh, yeah)

verse 2

i gotta do it if i want it right
all nighters for a hundred nights
make it look easy like i won at life
champagne rains when i brainstorm
she get a glass, you get a glass
you in her past, you won’t get a pass
speeding through life and we living it fast
trynna put a couple m’s on the dash
she just wanna give me throat in the pad
on my ribs trynna stick like a jab
she on my body, she on my body
you got me chopped, sh+t is karate
n+ggas is groupies they really be worst
they want ya spot and they’ll k!ll you to get it
they want the credit but ain’t do the work
leaders was soldiers don’t ever forget it like (what, what)

chorus

you got me chopped (ugh, yeah)
you got me chopped
swear to god, got me f+cked up
tell the valet bring the truck up like (woo, woo)
you got me chopped (ugh, yeah)
you got me chopped
i’m a saint from a sinners block
where they whip the rock to a cinderblock like (what, what)
you got me chopped (ugh, yeah)
you got me chopped
swear to god, got me f+cked up
tell the valet bring the truck up like (woo, woo)
you got me chopped (ugh, yeah)

vocal sample

“you have proved that you fight well, now you can join us.”

vocal talking (dot cromwell)

yea, yea, yea
and i’m too f+cking lit to be
i gotta tap in
and i’m too f+cking lit to be

verse 3

over thinking did i really change?
say she love me is it really game?
had to cut some people out the frame
big picture they just wanted fame
all this pressure you can keep your lecture
charged up i be on tesla
cops k!lling people just like me
why would fighting here with you excite me
sh+t is dark i don’t feel the light
i feel night (phil knight) double laced nike’s
hit the range try to channel pain
my fam estranged and it’s still strange
goosebumps while the ink spilling
i came out of section 8 housing
philly n+ggas dying by the thousands
i feel ashamed that i feel it’s normal
desensitized to my momma cries
woke me told me darryl almost died
eight shots n+ggas tried to k!ll him
this is life for our black children
cops k!lling people just like us
why would fighting back and forth excite us?

and i’m too f+cking lit to be

handcuffed by my f+cking brain
telling sisters i don’t have a heart
this revolution is televised
and black love is where the family starts
black women they don’t feel protected
separated we don’t feel connected
it’s not enough to say i think different
my male privilege got the scales tipping
i ain’t perfect know i cause damage
but now i know it and i’m trynna manage
try to stay afloat above the madness
trying not to offload baggage
cops k!lling people just like us
why would fighting back and forth excite us?

and i’m too f+cking lit to be

running way from who i’m here to be
won’t acknowledge that i’m scared to be
tear stains on my pillow case
this ain’t music this is therapy
daddy died and i kept moving
sh+t is fake now i feel truman
protesting but they still shooting
why they treat us like we ain’t humans?
wanna save her but we both in danger
walls closing in on all sides
junior died when he was 19
had me questioning the most high
cops k!lling people just like us
why would fighting back and forth excite us?

and i’m too f+cking lit to be



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