eastside 80's - freestyle lyrics
[intro]
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[chorus: t.o. jefe]
long nights in the trap, on the road hoping that we make it back
i ain’t in the club, i’m moving packs, i move h+lla drugs and then i stack
i put in work for this sh+t
i put in work for this sh+t
i put in work for this sh+t
i put in work for this sh+t
[verse 1: t.o. jefe]
n+gga, one time for my real n+ggas, two times for my down b+tches who gone deal with us
i been pouring on the pint like you still with us, a lot of n+ggas lost they life tryna live different
in the bar rolling hard, i ain’t tryna dance, first rule of getting out the slums, n+gga, take a chance
i ain’t got to make songs, stones make em’ dance, brand new chop with a drum, came with them bands
when lifе got real, n+ggas changed up, brand new batch camе in, still ain’t cut
cuz had the glock, still ain’t bust, you can have the glock, still ain’t tuck
i’m strapped in the car, strapped in the club, i’m strapped in the hood even though it’s love
i’m strapped everywhere cause n+gga’s plotting, i could tell you how to get it, i can’t tell you how i got it
[chorus: t.o. jefe]
long nights in the trap, on the road hoping that we make it back
i ain’t in the club, i’m moving packs, i move h+lla drugs and then i stack
i put in work for this sh+t
i put in work for this sh+t
i put in work for this sh+t
i put in work for this sh+t
[verse 2: eastside 80’s]
cool player, two straps like the tomb raider
please excuse my apr+n, n+gga, i’m a food cater
this sh+t fresh as h+ll, cut it out the food saver
i’m out of state on the farm, i’m a good neighbor
i say free money, not cause i ain’t work for it
my n+gga got caught down the way with the work on em
i put a b+tch on the bus, put some work on her
she get back, i’m pulling tracks, put the works on her
all the good and bad, it’s like a curse on me
i don’t rap on these beats, n+gga, i surf on em
rap n+gga’s find tracks so they can perp on em
don’t like crack, or the pack, i put percs on em
im in the booth right now with them percs on me
and if i call that b+tch ma i’ll put a purse on her
every day feel like the first for me
i’m finna grab another sprite and put some syrup in it
[chorus: t.o. jefe]
long nights in the trap, on the road hoping that we make it back
i ain’t in the club, i’m moving packs, i move h+lla drugs and then i stack
i put in work for this sh+t
i put in work for this sh+t
i put in work for this sh+t
i put in work for this sh+t
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