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hayden jamal - weapon formed against me lyrics

intro:
ay, ay

hook:
try give em game but n-ggas don’t listen
hope my hustle come off so offensive
trying to live till i’m forty five over fifty
how i stop looking when your b-tch keep looking
pray for god cops don’t come get me
n-ggas send threats said bet come get me
babe worried bout if i got my gun with me
reloaded on my chest that’s a weapon formed against me

verse one:
they careless, my enemy, i thought that i had buried ya
they wouldn’t look in the mirror if you replaced they face with they characters
my n-gga i stand different
rubberband gripping like smokey my hand swiffin
the cost of ambition let me tell you
late nights, early mornings, few friends
maybe lucky to find a big booty b-tch to understand
n-ggas want you do good, but be no better than
the next n-gga cause them n-ggas is all about they ends
my motto? man i hustle, i hustle grind harder
so i can grind less often, but this iron will sharpen
shining even when i’m dead, my n-gga you should applaud him
it’s startling, if you remove all l’s that means its starting
got this sh-t down to a t, believe me, i’m staring at
the strings i pulled my vocal chords sting won’t sing? i’m good
some days i’m humble, some days i struggle
but everyday i hustle that’s the constant in my hood
let someone else take the pain, let someone else bear the blame
let someone else clean the stains, someone else death be in vein
let someone else have the shame, let someone else have the gains
if the execs on the f-ck sh-t let someone else have the fame
i was trying to be a mentor, make new brothers my kinfolk
under heat, ain’t no justice, that’s why the wins slow
i choose faith over doubt, i choose faith over fear
choose faith over unknowns i choose faith over here
if you need a good sergeant treat they soliders with revere
i salute you for your stripes respect from over here
you abide and aside from a birthday l!ck every year
i take care of your family and those you holding dear
rather, swallow my blood before i swallow my pride
circle tight as a virgin, you my n-gga we ride
like conjoined twin brothers separated as a child
always remember day ones who had stuck by my side

verse two:
seem like hood kids always coming up missing
copters ain’t come for none incidents’s
cops k!lling us ain’t feeling us senseless
sh-t leaves me paranoid and defensive
real story, hit a l!ck, slipped on some ice running
cop car across the street at the light
thats where my gun went
ran to it, he ain’t see it, thank god it was dusk
grabbed my duckets picked up my gun got on the bus
hit that 189, dump the bag in the truck
bad little thotty with some more work, hit me up
said it’s a 8 hour drive, is you riding or what?
grabbed that spare clip to the side reload the one in the b-tt
it’s five bands off the top, the grind will never stop
i’m a one man band man proceeding to count the gwap
my n-gga that told me that, well i’m telling his story
you feel that then feel that, and don’t give me the glory, yeah

- hayden jamal lyrics

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