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nick buglione (dey bishop) – love yourz (remix) lyrics

live from the ville, live from the ville, not worried ’bout copping a deal/
i’m worried bout drama with momma, the problems are real/
i pray to god, and allah muhammad, and jah, to bless us with dollars/
not for the prada, designer attire, but help momma profit with lot of these bills/
so she can retire, in silence, right on a tropical island/
in the mean time, the town is surrounded by sirens and violence, the problems are real/
my father was ill, me and my mom at the hospital, watching the doctor, drop him in hospice, god/
and since he died, the trauma with momma is live and unreal/
god- god, i’m tryna stop it and chill/
my partner got a line on klonopin, spot me for nada, he promise for real/
block as hot as a sauna. body of toxins, driving a honda, stop and vomit from vodka/
copping a dime of the ganja while popping a lot of these pills/
anything to distract me/
from that, and the fact that my dad’s in the past, see/
i’m lazy with grief, but athlete when the track meet/
me so ahead of your raps, i’ll prolly lap me/
ha, but back to the facts
back to these gats that pop in sync in these backstreets/
where if you a big imposter, you’d think you ‘d win a oscar/
how they’ll clap if you act, and that is a fact, b/
working with what is given, who? i’m a wonderful wizard with words/
and i’m wicked with wisdom, my writtens are written to warm you or warn you, you witness the work/
and i walk in and wander this world- waging a war with the wave of the whack/
for a wage and wonder why within my wallets a washington, wasting and wondering, what is my worth?/
what is my worth- slacking, f-cking with all these drugs/
wish i was there for my family, damaged, d-mn it, love ’em, put no one above/
my cousin, packing and bagging that action, crack, bucking on all these slugs/
i got brothers asking ‘whats bracking’ and a cousin who call me ‘cuh’/
sh-t is crazy, vision hazy, off of this good cess/
my dad is looking down an angel, at his 2nd youngest son/
his face is at an angle, know i’m often a shook mess/
see my laces getting tangled tryna walk in his footsteps/
and i’m still working on myself, its hard to be me/
you rappers need some help, as far as bars, you can’t see me/
i look at what i’m dealt, i’m not ashamed of what i felt/
cause these things i been through is what makes me- me/

- nick buglione dey bishop lyrics

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