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mick jenkins - martyrs lyrics

shorty told me that she do not do the fakes
same b-tch got weave
my n-gg- mow the lawn, it’s too many snakes
that’s the same sh-t that got eve
what? you ain’t never seen a n-gg- on a horse?
you ain’t seen chief keef new porsche?
no, you ain’t seen sh-t yet
better not forget that i spit it like i chain smoke newports
all the little n-gg-s got guns now
and they carry them to the f-cking beat
all these little girls give it up now
shame i could see the cherry stems in the f-cking street
n-gg-s aim too high to leave the lows
n-gg-s hang too high to see the lows
n-gg-s ain’t
n-gg-s ain’t really listening, let me break it down for you
just before you forgot about him
overlooked or started doubting
i douse it with the flow and started talking all this water sh-t
it’s like i started drowning in truth
the thought is pounding
i started counting the loopholes in they stories that they tell us
every evening at like 10 when judy su is on your tv
telling songs in the key of life, you was on your stevie
i pray it’s never too preachy but i’m preaching
losing h-lla blood, these f-ck n-gg-s leeching
why you reaching? i’m like 6’5
stop it, we are not on the same a plateau
chateau de chenonceau
you just throwing shade in my shadow
ginger ale in my chalice, i never been champagne shallow
i never run from a battle, i’d rather hang from the gallows
for i let a stray bullet catch a n-gg- on the nine
trey 8 pulling 0-9 kwame brown, if a n-gg- act foul then we put ’em on the line
it’s a shame that’s the game on these young n-gg-s minds like

i’mma get all this money
i’mma buy all this sh-t
i’mma f-ck so many hoes
n-gg-, i’mma f-ck your b-tch
i’m just with my n-gg-s
i’mma get all this money
i’mma buy all this sh-t
i’ma f-ck so many hoes
n-gg-, i’mma f-ck your b-tch
i’m just with my n-gg-s hanging
hanging
i’m just with my n-gg-s hanging
hanging

hanging on for dear life
for the love of the money
hanging on for dear life
don’t that sh-t sound funny
hanging on for dear life
for the love of the gold
hanging on for dear life
don’t that sh-t feel cold?

- mick jenkins lyrics

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