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godhood - dirty waters lyrics

you see me, i see you
you know that you know us
you know that one day we are going to blow up
i been there, i done that
i just need to grow up
i hate the way i is, yes i hate the way i am
i tried to blow my brains but my trigger f-cking jammed
cos i always been mad at the fact that i never had a dad that showed me where the grams at
so i can go and pack that, mail that, then ship that
wait a couple days, okay now i got my chips back
f-ck all that chit chat, i don’t f-ck with b-tches
my pistol go cl1ck clack and now you see the difference
remember all them times that my dad was in the kitchen
remember all them times he didn’t even know i’m missing
he showed me a couple guns, didn’t know if he would shoot me
he always had them nikes, never really f-cked with gucci
walking through the darkness, yeah it seemed a little spooky
i seen a little light, but that was heating up the pookie

yeah i grew to be the same exact thing my mother didn’t want:
a young troubled son, delinquent who ain’t never gave a f-ck
i always failed my math cl-ss and sure know how to make a buck
my b-tch, she got the fat -ss and sure know how to give the suck
i bagged a couple grams and moved a couple packs
sometimes i lost it all but i always made it back
tenth grade was the edibles, eleven was the o
and now i’m nineteen trying to get it off the floor
while my n-ggas pushing work, just tell me what you need
got the keys and the p’s, from the white to the weed
mix the sprite with the lean while i’m posted in the cut
trying to catch a n-gga slipping while i’m rolling up a blunt, b-tch
grimy words for life, don’t you ever get it twisted
in a world full of health and life, [?] is the sickness

ever since birth, i been feeling like a burden
riding filthy in that he-rs-
drinking filthy til my lungs hurt
girls telling e to get a grip so i plot it on a couple
now i’m moving like we f-cking rich watching all the money double
came up out them backstreets, alleyways, and
asking for the devil’s work

- godhood lyrics

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