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nlightin - psycho-active lyrics

blow this b+tch+
up, these chicas tweak
like they on powder b+tch
rowdy b+tch, and she looks a buck
she ain’t no counterfeit
run the six, yeah, i run the six
and y’all ain’t walking sh+t (you dogless b+tch)
say they rich, but hoppin’ pads, you froggy b+tch
walking these aves like i made them
hustling and rap, my verbatim
hoes will get cracked then i shake them
old heads get mad ’cause i fade them
you should’ve spazzed in the ’80s
now you’re just mad and you’re aging
send one more shot down my way
i’m sending onе back at your lady
you surprised, these suicidal bougiе guys get euthanized?
i take goofies, line ’em up, and chop ’till clips are utilized
also for them cops, whose mission is to dehumanize
look into these human’s eyes, as we brutally unionize
back and forth, f+ck this back and forth. we don’t do that no more
matador, how you ran that bull on me, yo ass is sorry!
at the store, ring me up a core
and a pack of four
in my bag. i been bagging fans
and you’ve been bagging wh0res
union boy 500 block, my city in a cobra clutch
who dem boys? that’s rollin’ up, rollin’ dutches, and cold as such?
you know that we s.t.o.n.e. ent. and no one as cold as us
so don’t you go lil’ bro+ing us, they hoe’d you, ‘fore they noticed us. (hahaha)
k!ll ’em fast, i’ll get k!lla fast (k!lla)
they gon’ bag his ass, ain’t sayin’ nothin’ after that
spent these racks, and built a lab, so i can smash these tracks
if i cut my average in half, you still couldn’t match my stats, boy. (yeah)
this is a warning, (warning) y’all should’ve never come for me (huh?)
if i hear one more recording, a buck from the .40 will have you contorting (boom!!)
i go hard in my city
gr, the f+ck, are you with me?
i think of in the beginning, i came to this city and people would envy
i ain’t winnin’ just for me
this for my hood, for my family
for them days we were lacking
wide awake, laid in agony
got a brain full of tragedy
put the pain in a masterpiece
a+o+a grand raggedy. (gun+rue!)
to the grave, that’s on everything

- nlightin lyrics

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