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nauq - been that lyrics

[verse 1]
my n+ggas dreaded like rasta’s
i seen my bro in a casket, turned me to a problem
knock the noodles out his noggin
told ‘em to dodge like a charger
keep me a carbon, ain’t from this earth imma martian
swing on yo’ block like i’m tarzan (uh, aye, uh, okay)
rappin’ or hoopin’ the way imma make it out
he talk hot and we take him out
i bought a new gun, don’t make have to break it out
‘cause these bullets’ll shake ya down
i been on the grind, worried ‘bout the bank amount
hate my name when i ain’t around
i know some n+ggas rapping what they ain’t about
it’s my business to take em out
[bridge]
sleep for the weak, up so long i see ghost and i tweak (umm)
n+ggas be birdies so wait for the tweet, then we put the clip on his beak
he diabetic for thinking it’s sweet
i charge for the conversation, you can’t tell me that my talk is cheap
i been a gook since a jhit, imma geek (uh)
they looked at me like i’m a freak (uh)

[verse 2]
i tote a big gun, b+tch it’s half of my body size
i was looking for homicides, do a drill in some adidas
you ever seen momma cry?, it’ll open anew type of pain, i was watching my body die
and for the past i apologize
i was wasting my time on a thot, i could’ve been dead on the block, but at least i was occupied
ain’t nothing asking for handouts so please you ya palm down
tryna tell me to calm down, if you saw what i saw you would think i was calm now
imma run up when that n+gga walk out
heavy metal you know how i rock out
said it’s smoke so ain’t nothin’ to talk ‘bout
put his name on the list
for the right kinda bread, lil’ folks get him knocked out

[chorus]
man i ball on these n+ggas i been that
like it’s 2k, you know imma spin back
imma drop me a album
when i disappear they gon’ ask me like
“quan where you been at?”
i been writing these hits, where the pen at?
foenem dumping the clip where his chin at
when we walk in the function, don’t come at me on that
‘cause p+ssy you know you’ll get chin checked
if he push up, you know he get chin checked
we got guns so don’t think you can’t get stretched
all these ones i got stuffed in my pocket
you would think i was saving up stim checks
man i don’t even sip tech
imma bring out the choppa for this
in the stu, i’m wit kel cooking hits
better pray you get caught with yo’ gl!ck
if you don’t then my n+ggas be popping ‘em quick
[outro]
my dawg finna step on him
you get caught ain’t no running, we stretching him
he got hit with the shhh, better check on him
if yo’ dawg moving foul put the tec on him
leave him topless, like a missing two piece
aim assist just like it’s call of duty
moshpit got a lot of groupies
my clique keep a lot of toolies (ohh, mm)

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