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jusblow600 – traumatized freestyle lyrics

[verse]
funny how listen got the same letters as silent
so open up your eyes, close your mouth, keep quiet
see, a lot of these n-gg-s be talkin’
a couple months later, you’ll find him in a coffin
see, me, i be cool
i don’t play no tough role, it ain’t shit i got to prove
a lot of b-tches say i’m rude
that’s how i grew up, what you expect for me to do?
the b-tch think she foreign ’cause her hair is brazilian
ask me what i need, b-tch, i need me a million
i’m f-ckin’ these b-tches, no feelings
and my biggest dream is stackin’ money to the ceiling
and that seem to be comin’ true
for that money, you’ll be surprised what i’ll do
gotta get it for my sister and my og
the only two females that know me
and i do this for my homie
for l’a, we shootin’ shit like kobe
my n-gg-s 2-4 like kobe
and we keep them 30’s like odee
a friend, that’s just a close foe
can’t be lackin’ on the corners tryna hustle like a four
i’m never worried ’bout a hoe
after i f-ck, shit, that b-tch gotta go
and i’m from six double o
r.i.p. my homies that been with it from the go
and i’m never flexin’, b-tch, i’m on the drive with that 30 in my weapon
my homie famous, he’ll make you famous
he got a double trigger .40 and he anxious
free mak-a-do-ya, he was linin’ shit up like rulers
you can see the real in my eyes
these n-gg-s b-tch made, pussy in disguise
i can get a blind b-tch attention
i can make a deaf b-tch lesson
i make b-tches with no legs wanna kick it
i’m so fly, man, i need a ticket
keep l’a on my head like a dodger hat
six o, my n-gg-s, they started that
separate myself like l’a
you know i got the 50 shot up in the gangway
got that 17 shot up on my waist, though
12 smack the block, then i get low
remy in my left, thoink in the right
she a bad lil’ b-tch, she gon’ top me right (she gon’ top me right)
it’s crazy how my guys disappearing
and all these fu n-gg-s just appearing
d-mn, why they take my guys?
now we gotta take some more lives
drop a rake ’cause it’s f-ck all the bricks
drop a y ’cause it’s f-ck 51st
sneak diss us, you get smoked first
this life is a gift and a curse
i remember one day up on the drive
my boy l’a made the shit live
five in the dash, five in his spine
he put the goofy on the news, channel 5
when you cut from that cloth, that’s how it go
like a street light, i gotta keep me a pole
like a street light, i’m always on six o
couple blocks up, yeah, that’s the o
i know i said that shit before
but i don’t think you heard me, so i said that shit again
like a cd, b-tch, spin
if you ain’t tryna do me in my mans

[outro]
600 shit, man
r.i.p all the guys, man
free all the guys, man (gang)

- jusblow600 lyrics

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