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glockboyz teejaee - stay alive lyrics

[intro]
n+gga, do all of that

[chorus]
yeah
i can’t let you throw me off, i’m tryna stay alive (i’m tryna stay alive)
goin’ broke tryna keep up, that’s why these n+ggas dyin’
you ever seen two hundred thousand all blues? it’ll blow your mind
nights inside the trap, early mornings, you can’t cheat the grind (you can’t cheat the grind)

[verse 1]
yeah
448 and bust it down to eighthies
i need sixty for every pack, if you a lame, i need eighty
i quit f+ckin’ with that b+tch, i got her fiendin’, want my baby
if she broke, i wouldn’t hit her with the d+ck, not even graze it
i spent too much money on clothes to pull up on a broke b+tch (yop)
out in public, seen an opp and got it poppin’, call me chris
she keep smilin’ in my face, probably tryna suck my d+ck
shе gettin’ crazy, can’t remembеr the last time i kissed a b+tch
i’m like yeah, put my shiesty on, clutchin’ on that glock
if i don’t know you when you meet me, boy, you better not be an opp
i’m really scared, you see me out, i always got a hundred shots
shootin’ plenties all through the hood, and it’s just me and our block
yeah
i’m in cali in an uber sippin’ drank
in the mall takin’ pictures, you should’ve seen the workers’ face
then i’m right back to the city doin’ a hundred up to 8
i got a date with the baddest b+tch and i’m like two hours late
yeah
[chorus]
yeah
i can’t let you throw me off, i’m tryna stay alive (i’m tryna stay alive)
goin’ broke tryna keep up, that’s why these n+ggas dyin’
you ever seen two hundred thousand all blues? it’ll blow your mind
nights inside the trap, early mornings, you can’t cheat the grind (ayy, you can’t cheat the grind)
i can’t let you throw me off, i’m tryna stay alive (i’m tryna stay alive)
goin’ broke tryna keep up, that’s why these n+ggas dyin’
you ever seen two hundred thousand all blues? it’ll blow your mind

[verse 2]
i’m just tryna my money up so crazy
up until one of these rap hoes in trappin’ with a baby
i’m out of town, they askin’ me is you a gangster? i’m like, “maybe”
probably like that to y’all, but i think rap n+ggas fugazy
i like hangin’ with my n+ggas, they the only ones understand me
you a lame, next+door+ass neighbor, n+gga, like stanley
we’ll step all on your grass, and f+ck all on your lady
disrespect your whole house and only show love to the babies
it’s our block, this our hood, if we here, that’s how it is
fresh off a flight, i run your city like i’ve been here since a kid
down to risk it all for me, my dog just came home from a bid
n+ggas call me like they dad and i don’t even got no kids
nice guy, they finish last, and this a bad man’s game
i knew that when i seen the realest n+gga die that’s paid
i f+ck rap n+ggas’ hoes and i don’t even got no chain
my bankroll, it’s on fleek like my b+tch when she got braids (yop)

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