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kaymuni - hoods hottest lyrics

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the whole ends, they know bout me
i f+ck up the t in my sleep
i done bird for this sh+t, ask t
just me and little bro, used to sit on the threes
f+ck the govs, man smoke bare trees
but f+ck that though, same way gotta eat
i left a two and a q at the gate
i’ll bag the next twenty+eight on a v
same way man talk bout the streets
i tried bill three lines in a week
and the way man live kinda risky
might not get it cah you boys too sweet
i don’t like stepping without a heat
cah i’m tryna put suttin to sleep
only wanna hear bout stains and traps
only wanna talk bout p
and free stackz, can’t wait till he’s free
and free bigz, can’t wait till he’s free
ayo i’m tryna mash so much bread
that spesh got a mill by the time that he’s free
and man can’t mention thе c’s
cah we cleaned up thе block, put corn on streets
i got bored of boring neeks
i got bored of touring g
i got bored of summers in the wok
me and sl!ckz on the yard twisting up bare flavours
and my next door just told the govs
that i had a mash, i had horrible neighbours
suttin that i don’t wanna see again
but i might cah my lifestyle dangerous
i went wok for hammers and shavers
how many times did the gang make papers?
how many times i put sims in phones
bagged up samples like “come, let’s go”
same sh+t, didn’t even work out that week
stayed in the t, i don’t wanna come home
how many times did i do man wrong
and man like “kay fam, you’re meant to be my bro”?
yeah, yeah i hear all of that
but when i get low, fam anything goes
i had to learn it too
i guess that that’s just the game
see the streets be cold
so mind who you’re calling your bae
and mind who you’re calling your bro
cah n+ggas out here, they really get stained
n+ggas really in the hood getting robbed for their chains
and posing like it ain’t g+y b+tch
i’m just sipping my tea
and all these hoes for the streets
i tell shawty “it’s love”
and yeah it’s love to a certain degree
and yeah it’s love to a certain extent
sorry bro, i gotta sit on the fence
b, how can i put trust in you
when i gotta put corn in my friends?
the whole ends, they know about kay
i f+ck up the t on my j
set up shop, me and my blade
step out comfy, me and my trey
i gave out samples on strips
slept on couches, slept on floors
i really seen govs tryna run in my cell
for packs like i had a fours
i’ll fly out the ride for this money
i can’t be broke, i’d rather be dead
i was billing up lines like sh+t went left
like f+ck it, i’m robbing again
and i was in the dock just smiling
like what the f+ck is a ten?
i done bird missions for broski
cah a man don’t sit on no fence
how many times me and loose had to step on man in jail
like “who’s on the guys?”
if he ain’t one of yours or he ain’t one of mine
then i swear down he can get fried
free bro, man they gave him time
but f+ck it though, link up due time
more life, more life
more guns, more stains, more traps, more bine
i’m on the m+way, taking risks
like i ain’t on licence for this
county lines, possession of sticks
sometimes a trey, sometimes a fl!cks
sometimes a bando, sometimes a whip
take risks for the guys, nah man won’t switch
same way i rap mad bait with scr+pz
same way i buss man’s face with stigz
everyone say i changed up
but i ain’t the one that changed
cah when man needed a change for my canteen sheet
ain’t n0body came
but f+ck it though
i don’t need no one’s help
you know man’s good
same way that i built up lines ot
same way i built lines in the hood

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