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grip - culdesac lyrics

[verse 1]
the world is so much bigger than this culdesac
what’s sad is n-ggas older than me that don’t know it yet
credit card scams and fraudulent checks
culdesac, culdesac, culdesac, culdesac
homie just got him a stick with a shoulder strap
[?], n-ggas turn two face like geminis
zodiac in my culdesac, culdesac, culdesac
just a culdesac to the world that’s so detached
two kids in a big tummy, she in her mid twenties
three baby daddy’s, none of ’em n-ggas get their kids money
and she just hit my line tryna’ get some mid from me
how much? a quarter sack, culdesac, culdesac, culdesac
ma said hold this back, boy was black, cut a slack, you owe us that
mule and 40 acres, we got 40 calibre, sippin’ 40 ounces of brew with a 40 year old neighbour
body worn out from manual labour
understand the behaviour of man who feels he was never handed a favor
we live in a land of double standards player
life is ’bout as fair as your hair, especially in your culdesac
n-gga why you think they scared to go there?
let rap place ’em smack dab in the middle where shots riddle
single mothers raising kids, street plays second fiddle
bittersweet symphony in my culdesac
i’m forcing the orchestra down your throat, cutting off you airway
these rap n-ggas playin’ cymbal for airplay and dare say you real?
you just got an image that fit the bill
the culdesac when they blow the pack, and the liquor’s spill ’cause pistols peel-
caps like bananas and we capture it on cameras (worldstar)
thinking back to when we were kids, who would have known
that you can touch a screen and watch a murder on your phone
eyes glued, this is ghetto entertainment, culdesac ain’t nothing to play with

[outro]
cause n-ggas ain’t smiling this summer
cause n-ggas ain’t smiling this summer
cause n-ggas ain’t smiling this summer
motherf-ckers wylin’ this summer, sh-t that got violent this summer
n-ggas ain’t smiling this summer
n-ggas ain’t smiling this summer
n-ggas ain’t smiling this summer
motherf-ckers wylin’ this summer, sh-t that got violent this summer
n-ggas straight dying this summer
n-ggas ain’t wylin’ this… f-ck

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