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lil keke da don - still throwed lyrics

[talking]
ok, late night grinding
understand, young don in the building
of course, a n-gg- still throwed with it
c.m.g. for life, teflon feel it

[lil’ keke]
i’ve been told i can’t do it, mostly all my life
i done cr-pped plenty times, but kept shooting the dice
you don’t work and don’t eat, it’s a sacrifice
that’s why n-gg-z go to jail, and they turn to mice
eat steaks and kool-aid, not no water and rice
and my family live good, cause we paid the price
could you still be a rapper, without no ice
i was born with a gift, that’s why i flow so nice
i’m a two-time felon, so i f-cked up twice
so i switched up my game, not to get three strikes
no i can’t win ’em all, but i done won some fights
and i still smoke weed, on my sleepless nights
why n-gg-z acting like, they don’t know wrong from right
and why they steady trying to ball, when they money is tight
i’ma peel n-gg-z back, when they good and ripe
cause they just a bunch of talk, trying to find some hype

[hook]
i know i’m thoed with it, and i ain’t gon let ’em change my mind
a kid writing raps, turning nickels into dimes
i been thoed with it, but they steady talking down
continue dropping hits, till it’s my motherf-cking time
still thoed with it, won’t these haters let me shine
i’m hungry for the t-tle, close it up and give me mine
so thoed with it, like it’s all brand new
represent for houston texas, my n-gg-z that’s what it do

[lil’ keke]
n-gg-z screaming in the background, f-ck lil’ ke
but when i see ’em in the streets, they start copping a plea
i give a fat rat’s -ss, what they say bout me
and my mama told me, jesus the only thang that’s free
still thoed with it, cause what’s real gon be real
and rapping ain’t a hobby or a game, it’s a feel
i’m puffing on the purple, letting the smoke hit my throat
letting the pen hit the pad, then it’s murder he wrote
got a candy coat, it put my slab on note
with them suicide do’s, and them 84 spokes
here’s a message boy, from a texas boy
c.m.g. is the truth, you’ll be breathless boy
don’t even test us boy, never charging sh-t
all i’m saying is i’m grown, don’t make me kill ya b-tch
so excuse my french, but n-gg-z do get lynched
and my team wins game, in the motherf-cking trench

[hook]

- lil keke da don lyrics

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