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marnz malone - r.n.4.l lyrics

[verse 1: marnz malone]
i don’t know if this was meant for me
me and trappo nearly yinged him off his bike, mistaken identity
two marties and some loud when we was banging up at five
seen looks nearly k!ll, my n+gga muni took his eye
need a new cell cleaner, the next door just took his life
push eight into this nine or my knife, i can’t decide
he slimed you up for real and you’re still calling him your slime
love the roads so much, i cried when mum said i can’t go outside
word to herbo, burnt my dsquared’s after i circled
the ones closest to you always seem to wanna hurt you
don’t talk to me ’bout trapping, i was trapping still on curfew
off+white sliders with my dressing gown
i’m comfy when i step, let’s not dress it down
we sent packs to a, she used to press it down
so anything she wants, just let her know, the answer’s yes from now
if you weren’t with me from the jump then n+gga miss from here
trench foot for real, just spent my fifth christmas here
you know what’s f+cked bro? i met my little sister here
they say i’m gonna blow, i hope that this the year
i have to smoke weed or i can’t go sleep
they tell me keep my head up like i’m tryna stop a nosebleed
the block was getting warm and you had cold feet
youngest in charge and i’m respected by the og’s

[verse 2: kaymuni]
bro it’s only up from here cah it’s been a f+cked up year
they badded stick+up gang for some sticks so we been stuck from there
one into this five like i ain’t ‘ready done a four
we done it right there, it’s nuttin we ain’t done before
me and scr+pz, a thirty+eight plus a forty+four, that’s eighty+two
it’s crazy boo, you don’t know the half that money made me do
said i’m a snake but that’s why they call me slime right?
you can keep the fame, i want the money, not the limelight
trench foot for real, yo i just done like five christmases
free my cg’s, they’re really outside risking it
i hit the shop in my sliders, i ain’t sliding
got the fours, it ain’t my ting, this bro’s, he got my ting
i send packs ot and make it flip
and if we gotta pick then i’m rico, you mitch
and when they ask about the works, we just pretend we didn’t
ayo they know what we done, they just pretend we didn’t
i’m ot, billing lines and flying doors off
and free t, that’s my g i get the fours off
it ain’t a game but it’s coming like it’s all a game
cah bro shot him in his face and now we in the hall of fame
i’m in my cell doing push+ups, billing paper planes
he got a rack, i got a ten, ayo i ain’t complain
flavours in my riz when i’m lotioning my b+tch
two marties and some cali, we was banging up at six

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