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lil blinga - rn4l lyrics

(intro)

uh i’m from the ghetto
ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto (uh)
yeah ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto (yeah)
from the trenches (yeah)
ghetto
real street shiid
uh uh

(verse 1)

i cannot fake it nah i’m from the ghetto
i’m trynna make it out shiid wit a medal
man i need more up my grind i can’t settle
free brodie he still lock down for embezzle
drum and a switch on that bl!ck make it echo
from the bottom ran it up wit a demo
need money long in this b+tch like stiletto
they gon’ really cross you out if i say so
n+gga i’m diffеrent
h+lla magnificent
i makе it happen you call me the spark
i started rappin’ real life in my bars
alien weed i be smoking on mars
f+ck her tonight i won’t call her tomar
shiny lights only bright in the dark
n+gga cold f+ck around lost my heart
young legend you gon’ see me on charts
diamonds on me man i came from the dirt
hard+body plant my feet in the earth
caught in a jam i ain’t saying a word
super high i get fly like the birds (wooh)
g+lock shocking finna call it the surge (brrraaah)
suit and tie n+gga die like a purge
he got hit and now he talk wit a slurr (yeah)
really different wit this shiid mark my words
i need somebody to call up rihanna and tell her to link me put me on her label
i am the type bout that cash
f+ck the hype
hit the plug wit this shiid i ain’t talking no cable
i lost some brothers who not in the grave hurt me deep on sum shiid and we came up from the cradle
i am the type to up it at yo head or yo chest swear to god we ain’t touching no navel
red light green light i’m just waiting on go
3.5 that’s the least brodie roll
he was tweakin’ on sum shiid
up my pole
in the trenches wit no bl!ck that’s yo bro
already told em half dese n+ggas hoes (yeah ghetto)
nah why you playin i don’t trust a soul
lotta banging that’s on gang neva told (ghetto ghetto ghetto)
if you been where i been you’d prolly fold
shawty trippin’ think i need another b+tch
twin lock g sisters kicking ‘nother switch
brodie crazy wit it need another clip
last pack ain’t doubled up need me a flip
free my n+gga locked down for a robbery
errtime we hit home shiid feeling like a lottery
cappin’ on the net you ain’t no k!lla got no bodies
i be high up off that ack head gone young gotti

(hook/outro)

on da grind wit real k!llers
only hang wit real n+ggas
on da grind wit real triggers
on da grind gettin’ real figures
on the grind get real nig’
only hang wit real n+ggas
on the grind we’ll slide and get you
homicide we’ll really get you

- lil blinga lyrics

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