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gursher bains - write tis down lyrics

d+mn straight write this down
don’t fake youse a clown
if you think you can frown
and look down on me
grab you by the face
and run you around town
hit your head on trees
don’t give a f+ck about your crown
fragments of memories
father sippin brown
beating on my mom and
soon he wasn’t around
never got revenge
but i’m sitting on this ledge
step back and watch me pop off it+
and k!ll the f+cker dead
red i see red and green smoke too
f+ck if its grade a i smoke mids too
and reggies ain’t a thing that u can tell me
i am very keen and ready to get rid of u
makaveli i’m very deadly
the lid of my brain donе blew
long ago son and there ain’t many
my crеw is a chosen few
and its not you it’s me +the darkness is in me
you bark but u ain’t see
the truth of reality
is subjective
subject of my insanity
objects and fantasies
die for the family
i cry when i can’t see
ain’t afraid to shed a tear
never lie never fear
keep it real like i manifest it
richard mille and black diamonds
on my chest and my ears and my necklace
keeping p+ssy boys in check
gimme the mic and i wreck sh+t
reckless and famous i dont want the
fame that sh+t +n+s i just get the bag
of cash and phase out take my name
off the list before i p+ss up in yo drink
the bars keep coming like pour me up a drink
i rhyme i dont think; this isn’t rap this
is gsb in sync with the beat
slam dunk up the rim like i’m jordan
this is a mixtape i’m foreign
triple six no biggie risk taker
they talk sh+t but i ignore em
brown boy from the city i’m
the next nav f+ck it i’m the next nas
slam you on the tar road and leave you a scar
hold up don’t get alarmed, or crazy
i’m too lazy off the weed i done smoke
and the weight on my shoulders heavy already
i joke i kid, but folk don’t get it
wrong either, step on me meet the holy father
the virgin mother or allah
don’t make me call your father
you acting too crazy
i bought all these drugs here
the police is gonna frame me
i can’t go to jail i bail quicker
than you can say liquor
but if u f+ck w me and my boys
i’m standing with em all night
smack a b+tch take his jewels and all that
funny s+xy and rhyme tight i’m all that

many years ago
write a few lame crotch ass
looking rhymes and come at
me tryna remember what you wrote
and what u wrote was nasty
act shifty and get the shaft see

- gursher bains lyrics

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