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grafh - you're da man freestyle lyrics

[verse]
pr-ck
i came in the game, slangin’ the caine
came in swingin’ the thang thang, aimin’ to bang
and i came with the black hand, that’s the name of the gang
i came in a black hoodie cause i came and it rained
and i came with a black mask cause i came for your chain
i judge you by your friends and you came with a lame
i came with gangsta gangstas raising flames
?? say the lord’s name in vain
i came with an airbag because i came changing lanes
i’m in a coupe knockin’ old school dana dane
i came for the love, you came for the fame
i came for the mud and i came for the stain
??
n-ggas never say that they change but they change
now you a snitch, what a shame, what a shame
what up homie? yeah you bangity bang
i don’t care if you wear red or what you clamity claim
you ain’t a real blood (nope)
get the f-ck out clown
n-gga, i see you throw your b’s upside down
i ride with fire but i’m cool with the crips too
i might be in red, i might be in blue
i got k!llers on both sides that’ll stick you
black hand is the gang that i stick to
i got shooters in different color rags
i can rock red and blue, look like i’m covered with the flag
i buy clothes and i’m poppin’ a couple of them tags
but i still bring boosters out to shove ’em in a bag
i take ’em out and get a few of ’em spoiled
i got shopping bags laced with aluminum foil
to keep that chicken noodle soup on the soil
n-gga, and that’s c0ke after you let it boil
that’s the dream of a smoker with one last chance
and to think y’all thought it was a dumb -ss dance
and i don’t trust that hand to cut that gram
even though it provides the fire to heat up that pan
even in the mirror, i don’t really trust that man
i trusted my gun and that was the same gun that jam
i don’t trust nothin’, let’s stop it
i caught my right hand tryin’ to steal out of my left pocket
my left hand tried to steal out of next pocket
so i got a straight jacket
but i never lock it
i just rock it for fashion
cause it’s h-lla poppin’
with some aviators and some leather moccasins
when i ride, you never ride and you never hoppin’ in
cause when i pop i make sure that you never hop again
black hand is the gang and you will not beat them
my pockets are the color of broccoli stem
green
you are not a gangster, you can not pretend
you are just a mysp-ce groupie, we can not be friends

- grafh lyrics

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