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guerilla maab - can't you see lyrics

f/ texas tantrum

(texas tantrum)
my life, guerilla maab on the rise
can’t you see, can’t yooooou seeee

[hook: texas tantrum – 2x]
can’t you see, the life of a g
can’t you see, the pain on the streets
can’t you see, can’t you see
what’s troubling me

[trae]
get up out of my nightmare
i gotta get up, out of my dreams
feeling the pains of hard times, and live in the streets
the murder rate increase, everytime i go to sleep
and everybody that i love, done came up deceased
a n-gg- see the struggle, and i wanna make it out
what’s making me feeling worse, i’m dying without a doubt
stress f-cking me up, and running me to the ground
and even partnas be faking, when they be coming around
you n-gg-z can’t relate, to living the broke life
when you praying to the lord, that it be alright
just to make it through the night, and see another day
and on the real, we be living it in the worst way

[dougie d]
next up in this motherf-cking thang, taking a sw-ng
and leaving n-gg-z, with motherf-cking stains on brains
sick of the drama, and sick of the past
sick of motherf-ckers acting feminine, and they only be faking
after all the sh-t, that we done seen and fight fo’
hold they heads high, real rhymes to ride to
never be another set, of motherf-ckers
that’ll be jumping up on the microphone, wrecking it the way we do
young and black, broke and going through thangs
it’s the money and the cars, and not milk it mayn
on a constant grind daily, to maintain
doing all i can, to break bread and stay sane

[hook – 2x]

[dougie d]
or can you tell me, what life like in the limelight
for everyday people, struggling just to eat right
on the cold of the night time, to the daylight
gotta stay on my grind, and make sure that my child tight
i’ve been living my lifestyle, on the wild side
i’ve been carrying a glock nine, to protect mine
f-ck around with the maab n-gg-, b-tches is gon mind
just the way that we gotta go get it, and get down
with some motherf-cking thug n-gg-z, rough n-gg-z
pulling pistols up out the draws n-gg-, bust n-gg-z
and it burn, when i pull a glock to rush n-gg-z
we forever gon keep a point n-gg-, what n-gg-

[trae]
and how we spitting our game, and ducking the fed time
my n-gg- donnie d, done made the headlines
i don’t wanna see my n-gg-, locked up for lifetime
best run up in the jail, in ten in ridgetown
and go on a rampage, you n-gg-z already know
we living the last days, you know that i don’t play
so give me the twin gauge, somebody gon feel the heat
when i’m going in a rage, a right to wanna pager
think i’m going insane, my mind is untamed
with n-body to blame, i feel i can’t change
and sick of living in pain, you motherf-ckers
gon pay, for every single thang

[hook – 2x]

(texas tantrum)
troubling meeeeee, can’t you seeeee
can’t you see, ohhhhhhhhh-ohhh
ooooohhhhhh, can’t you see, can’t you see
can’t you seeeeee

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