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guttaizreal - better route lyrics

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(chorus2x)
aye! i got questions.? that’s wit out a doubt
knowing where i’m going. me just just try’na find a better route
better bud! name on my clothes! so, you know it’s real
put it they face when you flex! so, you know it’s real!

(verse 1)
yeah! got questions that’s wit out a doubt
cap’n for these thots! why you stay’n at ya mama house?
feeling real nostalgic. i was young. never ran my mouth
soaking up the game. left to me. ounce for ounce
now! i can take it further. riverview. outside of jackie house!
bomb pop truck freeze tag. that was paramount
funny how gamеs like, cops’ robbers, laser tag
cowboys and indians. rеally never seemed bad
until we took it further! music murder can’t protect n+ggas
when you living righteous. people try you. it upsets n+ggas
turn on demon time. and they recline. gotta punish n+ggas
got that off my mind no never mind. rather add figures
push it to the limit. ain’t talk’n bout miami
give a f+ck bout yo opinions. i ain’t in this for no grammy
now. accolades is cool. but i can’t use to feed my family
wasn’t built to deal with pressure. y’all could never understand me.!

(chorus2x)
aye! i got questions.? that’s wit out a doubt
knowing where i’m going. me just just try’na find a better route
better bud! name on my clothes! so, you know it’s real
put it they face when you flex! so, you know it’s real!
(verse 2)
god understands. trials tribulations and adversity of man
it was written! master plan! that’s why i’m on this mic again
focus right again
while i have your attention, i got a question for my fans!
like? hmm. how much does it take? they put they foot necks us and soulja boy till it crank
when everyone your oppressor. where you file the complaints
that’s why we ride catch a vibe roll smoke till we drink
that’s why i’m always sack’n up it 35 for the eighth
over indulged. added fast food to my weight
obama got elected! twice i overdosed off the drank!
we are own worst enemy you stop, and you think!
money red my addiction! why i went to the clink
you hate you! not me! what they want us to think!
king! gutta izreal! i go hard in the paint
i ain’t even shooting jumpers or no b+lls full of paint!
blow!!!!



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