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l jinny - #dirtypastcleanheart freestyle lyrics

[intro]
l jinny
turning the motherf-ckin real
2013 business
shouts to the supporters
lil’ freestyle
okay

[l jinny freestyle]
like, like, hold up hoes, came here on my solo
i’m a source, i create the flows than any fellow
with my b-lls holding the wages for today and tomorrow
couple of [?] and some ‘caine
i’m feeling big, ’cause i’m a humble
roam in the city of my petals
or chillin’ with the ancient star lions
foes they creep with a metal, and they show no pity when they sleepin’ on the dark night, like
sometimes i wish i wouldn’t listen to my momma
if i did that, she wouldn’t live to sit in the sun, uhh
if i ever rolled up, yeah my brothers that we getting bags
and if you break the code fam, yeah your mother should be wearing black
reflection in the mirror, forgetting up my guilty conscience
tell me when you have to give up, breaking up with ill responses
i’m trying to be righteous with you, but you never understand
been ducking and hiding from the feds, trying to make a 100 grand
trying to get the upper ham, without beggin’ any other man
trying to get that sup’ off from my fam cuh they went and cuff my dad
-ssume sick of this living, i’m livin’ villain -ss
but you still wanting a million, the one that really trust
staring at that eye of the beast, ’bout to weather the storm
i spend my life on these streets, trying to rep for the cause
i can catch them nights without sleep, when i head to the morgue
am i next to be corpse brudda come venture my thoughts
they don’t wanna give me the recognition that i deserve
they don’t wanna see my record spending, i bring life to words
harder i work, further they set me back, it’s like a curse
all i got in this life of sin is my nine and my word
driving round in that dinger, hot meals, no zinger
got bills to pay so them rocks bring the income
no relying on ’em, i just drive up then pick up
dice up then flip my akhis rise up their sticks
light up the trigger on the night that he snitched yo
these bruddas stuntin’ but they’re really broke
i’m trying to put a 100 on the richter bro
i’m trying to put my mother in that bigger home

walk through my hometown looking for love
he tapped me on my shoulder, told me that there wouldn’t be much
’cause we’re surrounded by nothing but black hearts
and the love is all drowned with the straps bar
what’s your intention when you look me in the eyes, buzzin’?
would you ride frontline with the nine clutchin’?
or is my life nothing? i’m not surprised, cousin
all this stress and depression is pressing my b-ttons
uh, now half the pharmacy’s sittin’ in my bloodstream
plus liquor, enough green, just wishing i buzz, please
i’m sick of of this drug fiends, the pigs and the dumb beef
maybe i’m stuck for life, what’s written is unseen
i guess it’s all just part of the plan
still i, pedal the q into half of a grand, uh
i guess it’s all just part of the plan
still i, play the game without a card in my hand

ey yo, i walk from my past trying to mend my karma
hopeless, i guess there’s nothing that can end the drama
broken, i rep the slums but it led to nada
it’s been six long months since they ‘zed my father, uh
sittin’ in the cunch line trap, surfing the net, sick of this punch line rap
yeah it’s cool, but i need something with a deeper meaning
and food for thoughts, something that will keep me eating
unfortunate kid my belly hurts ’cause it’s empty
yeah i love feeling like the world is against me
imagine getting paid when my pen bleeds, instead i’m trying to make all the ends meet
we livin’ the reckless time we shoot ’em with tecs and 9s
i sittin’ to stress my mind
if cripples is next to line, i’m sittin’ in [?] laugh
i wish i could press rewind
i’m sippin’ the liquor then piffin’ the spliff while pick it to rectify
then we can [?] the villains in britain i’m simply the best ride
this kid is a miracle illest with syllables get ya to blast the mind
these idiots get slept behind, less [?] ties
they told me i’m the hardest, like a intelligent [?]
gotta be ready for war, these rappers are petrified
they gotta [?]
i horrible mess with the b-lls
i’ve only get ahead of the school
then lacking the stamina, arrogant amateur is lurkin’ in extra time
[?] have made dissemble
on twitter or facebook gangstas
tabana are bag of sh-t, [?] and g-ssing, hateful slander
you need to relooccupation you really stop the batant
k!lling my patience, preaching me off and get an ignorant observations

- l jinny lyrics

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