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nkgthreetimes - ch3que d4y. lyrics

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gotta come correct, man, i never quit
lost too many brothers, honestly, i’m sick of it
just wanna feel alive, tune my craft, and stay real lit
poppin’ bottles, in a limo, dropped another hit

gotta come correct, man, i never quit
lost too many brothers, honestly, i’m sick of it
just wanna feel alive, tune my craft, and stay real lit
poppin’ bottles, in a limo, dropped another hit

gotchu thinkin’ that i’m on one, we’re off six
dropped another hit, rhymes so exquisite
missed calls from yo b+tch, grind until we rich
things get dark real quick, end up in a ditch
puffin’ cookie vapour while i sit and reminisce
thirty in the club, i’m curry, shooters never miss
they said i’d never make it comin’ from a town like mine
there’s bodies droppin’ every week, oh man, i wonder why
drugs flood the streets, youngin’s packin’ heat
never know who’s on your team until you face defeat

no city, no block, worked up for my spot
but the street it’s in my soul
i’m on my grind, f+ck all of the opps
ricos got that money shot, you f+ck with us and you’ll get dropped
ten steps ahead, just like bro body taught
hostile moves man, better not get caught
all we tryna do is rise, elevate all of our lives
prosper, live, right now survive, get the bag and then revive
yeah get the bag and then revive

gotta come correct, man, i never quit
lost too many brothers, honestly, i’m sick of it
just wanna feel alive, tune my craft, and stay real lit
poppin’ bottles, in a limo, dropped another hit

gotta come correct, man, i never quit
lost too many brothers, honestly, i’m sick of it
just wanna feel alive, tune my craft, and stay real lit
poppin’ bottles, in a limo, dropped another hit



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