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jahlil beats - wingohocking tales lyrics

[verse: young chris]
more drama in the hood, so they goin k!ll my young
he young and militent, so he goin go get his gun
step right off, he don’t tell us where he goin
20 minutes later, we hear that sh-t blowin
n-ggas scramblin, like what the f-ck are they doin
get a phone call, got another friend gone
his mother and his 2 little brothers in the jail
you know the family member be the hardest one to tell
now they having fundraisers, scr-pe enough for the bail
for a few days out, just to get the funeral layed out
just to see their brothers, in the sell one more time
after that, back to jail, gotta finish some more time
now retaliation is written on n-ggas faces
if the shoe was on the other, them some sh-ll cases
that night, that’s right, youngin was rockin like that
remind me of mike and the quire, why they rock him like that
rest in peace shaneeque, now they deep in the streets
shot up the wrong block, what about it, more police
whole hood fish greese, n-ggas can’t sell a dime
talk about cremation, f-ck imma ttell his mom
forever he lived through us, rest in peace lani
bino sittin for the sh-t, johnny back for a hommy
b-tches burned out, walking round like zombies
no work, got n-ggas walking round like tommy
told you n-ggas, there’s gr-ss and wingohocking where you find me
n-ggas sip a lil, got triggers, keep it grimy
i’m the leader of the sonny, keep the heater in the bonny
number 1 was on the run like f-ck, i beat it when they find me
that was my n-gga bird, n-ggas heard, how they got my n-gga life
loopholes in the story, judge know this sh-t ain’t right
tough love out the trap, just when we get it right
and we bout to go on tour, damb, i know my n-gga tight
cap shot my n-gga ace, had him in the wealchair
count it up, so many, tell them n-ggas we still here
underground king in this thing, i keeps it trill here
my man got life, while i got a permenant bill
rest in peace uncle boo b, cappa tooly
n-ggas put holes in him like goofy
n-ggas losin they minds, who the f-ck givin m roofys
nina run it up, g money turned on pookies
hate to bring it up, but ya’ll don’t know what it done to me
rest in peace alieah, imma send you some more company
rest in peace nilly, and fat hot
and tell your brother that we know who sent that shot
n-ggas goin down, for big bro, you know it
leave the scene clean, get dirty harry to through it
keep your 2 cents to yourself before you blow it
see right through your blueprint, reading right through the coding
he below it, district in philly, can’t control it
back to my n-gga johnny, hope he ain’t folded
told it, f-ck it, gotta keep it real, you know me
same day they got him, same day they got his co-d
say tweet took the stand, but tweet still my man
till i see some paperwork, ya’ll don’t know the way it hurt
too many n-ggas tell it, no, that not the way it work
hustler cook it right, ain’t got no other way to work
shout out my n-gga cash, and shout out my n-gga rash
n-ggas boots, trade duse
just came home for that, got caught up with butler
right back in, for the same sh-t undercover
my n-gga raw made it out, he kept on pushin
little bit of ice on my hand, he kept it cookin
first, us in the low, now lowland and west side
shoot at us everyday, be the first to tell death hi

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