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lil bean - spiritual thoughts lyrics

[intro: shootergang kony]
push it a couple times, my stomach hurt
ah, really, been like this ([?])
aye
ha, aye

[verse 1: shootergang kony]
looked at my son, start thinkin’ ’bout them nights when it was rainin’ (rainin’)
and we was ten tizzles on the pavement (yeah)
f+ck the entertainment, it make circles rearrangin’
you won’t change him, you just lose a couple n+ggas through the makin’ (yeah)
someone made a statement, some n+ggas gangsters is ancient (old ass n+ggas)
some of ’em never made it, some of us still complainin’ (ah)
some of ’em on the road to the mozzy that we was chasin’ (fact)
some of them n+ggas folded, don’t need ’em, they get replacements (ahh)
some of us on the road, and we got families that need us to make arrangements (gotta count it)
god ain’t go to [?] or juvie, so much it cages (so much)
n+ggas actin’ too real, he be fakin’ (haah)
you know it’s f+ck a b+tch, so it’s yickys over relations (ahhrrr)
and we don’t love these hoes, all these euros bring me amazement (haah)
told you we could chase it, made the music and faced it (god)
should be poppin’ these racists, murder i had to taste it (facts)
so between me and my god, he might send me to the bas+m+nt (yeah)
i wouldn’t change it, heard a sucka caught a bullet, that’s the latest (uh)
and if that n+gga make it, he ain’t sh+ttin’ out his +n+s (sh+t)
however n+ggas playin’, homie i’m a playstation (hah)
what he facin’? they say 12 for a murder, i would take it (yeah)
free jody out them cages, he tougher than yellow pages
seen him, got to yankin’, he woulda won if we was racin’ (yeah)
you know we trippin’ ’cause he set us on (set us on)
well you gon’ see me with the chrome ’til we dead and gone (’til we gone), so it’s on
aye, n+ggas talk that love, we catch you loafin’ (haah)
caught him in the open, i like my enemies toasted (like ’em toasted)
far away from rodents g (g), we livin’ hopeless
some will say he need a love, but he broken (broken hearted)
you know my bank don’t fold, right, so i can’t fold (can’t)
my sog on go, n+gga, when i say go (i go)
i’m still on the road (aye), with money and hoes
i put my feelings in the pole once i took me a soul (haah)
[verse 2: lil bean]
said it was lit on sunday nights, but we ain’t go to liv
them youngins layin’ on your crib, gon’ show you what it is
don’t need no flash to show these diamonds, ’cause this sh+t is real
i let my diamonds cry for me, i been holdin’ tears
hotel room, i keep my fire by the nightstand
i bet i’ll make a couple plays before the night end
we always stood on ten toes, i know your type rare
how the f+ck my n+gga left, when he my right hand?
got so many dead and gone, many memories
you teamin’ with the other side, keep that energy
it’s already set in stone, n+gga swim or sink
n+ggas know that i’m a shark, in these cuban links
hard to keep my distance from the sh+t, ’cause i’m around sh+t
youngin’ 18, caught a bullet, cap and gown sh+t
‘nother rapper gone, doa, that’s how they found him
knowin’ i can go, i keep a gun, that keep me grounded
sh+t i’m only gettin’ older, feel the time flyin’
all these n+ggas cheerleadin’, need some pom+poms
don’t let brodie get to trippin’, he a time bomb
walk outside with thirty shots, when it’s prime time
ain’t no weapon formed against me, thou should never let it prosper
go and get some money, why the f+ck is we the topic?
never tell you no, sh+t be f+ckin’ up my profit
lobster macaroni, tell the waiter, “hold the lobster”
think about my dog, n+gga why you leave me, huh
know i make it look, but this sh+t ain’t easy
got fifty in the door, let a n+gga tease me
if he wanna be a star, put him on the tv, yeah
[outro: lil bean]
think about my dog, n+gga why you leave me, huh
know i make it look, but this sh+t ain’t easy
got fifty in the door, let a n+gga tease me
if he wanna be a star, put him on the tv

- lil bean lyrics

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