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sam r i - instructions lyrics

[verse 1]

raised off the mobster era, takeover, rockefeller
run ya pocket terrors or learn well how to drop a fella
uh, cop for the low and then re+rock it h+lla
charge ’em through the nose for nose candy or the acapella

they swore that h+ll froze, seein how my success grows
climbed up out that h+ll hole not a scuff on my sh+ll toes
thought i would sell dope, didn’t stick like velcro
they doubted, for they wallеt now whom that bell toll

wicked bloodline, hеar da brr like drumline
someone just died, really, how could i unwind?
they talkin jail cells, spots they won’t fare well
so they say farewell to jobs, drugs sell well

on these blocks far as a lo sweater
so reckless, on the street, tar is a known breakfast
play the corner, might see a soul exit
ain’t no manual for street game for dope ethics

[verse 2]

i grew up seein sh+t where i’d shoot hoops in a lot
associated with clowns put a new bruise in my stock
had to yank the roots out cause a loose tooth it’ll rot
now my wallet spillin over like bruce bruce in a cot
cause being broke was a mild phase
like a child’s age or how some old dated style fades
defiled graves and desperation made wild rage
got me kind of blue in the face, from what the miles paved

no gordon ramsay this h+ll’s kitchen of dope spots
cutlery sharp, and packin 4 burners: stovetops
they bring ya flowers if destination the pearly gates
my circle small, but they got my back like a vertebrae

tellin po reckless have you layin cold breathless
the business in these streets’ll mix you up like cold presses
my boy exposed methods, now he a ghost + headless
ain’t no manual for cold world dope ethics

- sam r i lyrics

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