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mickey b more playloud - no one knows lyrics

when you do good they all want you to do bad
when you do bad they around you cus they glad
just to see a n-gg- in the struggle just like them
i try my best to stay away from them jealous acting friends
just the way a n-gg- be
i try my best to never see
we all in the hustle leave the petty sh-t behind us
it come down to the muscle
gotta get this doe in hand
we be all in a struggle like some mortar and a shovel
tryna full this focking duffle
get the dollars by the hour
set it off tryna squlla
as i risk my focking life
knife to your jagular
as i try to get some strips
higher than a concord spitting quick and mike an ikes
this the realists i recorded all my life i think it’s time
that i get this paper you on sh-t then see me later
you want crix i got the bisket
hitting licks know the tricks
im dissing any mother f-ker if they try to step to this
releasing lyric after lyric
whyll i’m drinking on spirits
releasing demon after demon whyll i click and i click
staring at this pc tryna make to the grammys
swearing imma be me even with my first milli
i could never be you at least whyll i’m living
even in my after life i’ll be realer than a state
bopping through the heavens gates
but no one can relate

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no one knows just what happend when we go
froze from the barrel of the 40
grow from the earth till we smoke oz
blow till the sight in the room go
i’m getting lower than a stone in a well hole
but i’m higher than the moon and the sun rose
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writing oats tooking on this cheba
i beat your -ss in dominos whyll i’m puffing reffa
then smash a pack of cheetos whyll i fock you baby mama
smoke weed by the kelos mann i k!ll o’s spanish accent
b-tch by the dozens imma fock them in my bas-m-nt
don’t mind the sh-t i’m saying i’m just spitting to my interest
don’t mind the sl-ts i’m focking i’m just dancing in my newest
dont mind the tracks i’m making i’m just tryna get a buick
don’t watch the the spots i be in whyll i’m sipping on a guinness
don’t be the one i finnish and then end up getting arrested
smoking on some jam in a spiff this the chronic
hit me on my cell get a bag if you want it
don’t check me at the crib cus im gone catch a panic
won’t even hit your horn mann cus im gone mann
i was on the road with the corn famm
i was in a celll waiting hours for some bail
i used the powers off the chains back when we was some slaves
that time won’t come again
hope that i hit a vein
crack sails they will prevail
facts what you ain’t get the mail?
hats off to all the lames
fame never came here tho
rolled mixed in fronto kush and some dro
pushing my flow
buss another hoe upper living on the go
i’m just tryna get that doe

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