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omari m'$ - hit a lick lyrics

hit a l!ck lyrics
(chize talks)
sh+t what’s the word, it’s ya boy chize tappin’ in
sh+t i’m locked down right now, but i still got my feet up
kickin’ sh+t, talkin’ my sh+t, comin’ home to a bag real soon
you heard, just wait on it
but shoutout to my boy don though, holdin’ it down
keep talkin ya boss sh+t on these n+ggas, real n+gga for life man
i’m gone

on my grind i ain’t tryna feed the rich (feed the rich)
win or lose you could chose, make a pick (make a pick)
it ain’t cheese keep it brief make it quick (make it quick)
make a mill off of rap hit a l!ck n+gga

(verse 1)
f+ck a brick i’m just tryna move thesе rhymes
all black like i’m bouta do a crime
pokеr face they could never read my mind
when in doubt i tell god i need a sign, listen
my lil n+gga still f+cking with the swipes
chize locked, so i try to send a kite
i see his nephew & i try to give em life
my plate full still i’m tryna get a bite

keep it thorough told tre i think i’m ready, i’m just sharpening my pen, sh+t it feel like a machete (echo end)

keep it thorough on the real going steady, i don’t even got a girl, need a kesha like it’s belly (echo end)

every time my n+gga chize bang my line, i just keep him up to date, then he tell it to his cellie (echo end)

i’m just praying that he hold my n+gga down, if i lose another n+gga, catch a body like i’m melly

(dinero + 2nd verse)
candle smoke intertwined with spliff
some n+ggas work a 9+5, some n+ggas trap like a shift

to make a million off the rap game what would i do
take care of my family myself and spend the rest with the troops

all my life i had to gamble with this
adversityh she been my friend all the times that we met
life is precious just enjoy it all time that we get
lost my father to the cancer all the time that we missed

i could never sell myself cause it took long to find me
the way i handled my all my problems i put that behind me
motivation on the way it constantly remind me
n+ggas hating from afar but can they really find me

i’m a vicious man, godly with these scriptures man
these dead presidents they always been my business plan
make a millionf off this rap it kinda been the plan
views from above like a celling fan

(hook)
lowkey never see me in the mix (in the mix)
roll alone cause i know they bound to switch (bound to switch)
on the real i don’t feel i need a clique (need a clique)
only facts ever coming out my lips n+gga
on my grind i ain’t tryna feed the rich (feed the rich)
win or lose you could chose, make a pick (make a pick)
it ain’t cheese keep it brief make it quick (make it quick)
make a mill off of rap hit a l!ck n+gga

- omari m lyrics

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