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savage (rap) - 6 god remix lyrics

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gun shots by the bus stop
go to school with the tool in the lunchbox
slung rocks, 6 foot, no jump shot
n-ggas die young comin’ from where i’m from
man it’s hot up in the 309 so you gotta keep a nine
youngin’s got stripes like adidas signs
but i’m tryna find the peace of mind
blowin’ loud, thinkin’ all about the n-ggas that i had to leave behind
my uncle went to jail n-gga (yeah his -ss gone)
over ten in the cell n-gga (send his -ss home)
rest in peace my homies dead
hope i seem them boys again, that’s heaven or h-ll n-gga
grippin on the chrome
while i’m thinking about the crimes, selling dimes
need to dime times hard, so my momma got another job
built dude told the plug that i need two
need food, then a motherf-cker getting robbed
went for roaches in the kitchen
paper plates it wasn’t dishes, ramen noodles that’s all that i ate n-gga
other sh-t was too expensive, knew i had to make a difference, so i prayed and asked god for a wage n-gga
and he told me make music, grind hard, stay to it
man it makes me wanna sing like drake do it
oooohhhh just playin’, but i’m plottin’ on ’em, really goin’ hard like i can’t do it
n-gga what ever it takes, do it
if you gotta rob a bank, with the mask and the cape, do it
puttin’ money in the safe, but i’m thinkin’ ’bout the day that my family in a place with a gate to it
life is safe for my brother he can play in the streets, not worry about gangs or stray bullets
cause in the 9, n-ggas dyin’ all the time
cross me like a finish line, bullets race through ’em. bang
my ak in the 8th grade, same n-ggas in the gang ain’t a thing changed
but i’m tryna get some money
on the come up with my brothers, if you n-ggas play with him then its bang bang, bang!
and i ain’t wanna rap boy, fifteen with the dreams of a jack boy
and n-gga i ain’t never snitch, but you can call me a rat cause if it’s cheese in ya trap imma snap boy. d-mn
why they have to take mace?
but i know you ain’t gone, you just moved to a safe place
more money more problems, and they had it so they shot him, so before i touch a mill imma say grace
“dear father, i’m a sinner. (yes lord)
if they get me, swear its cause i’m a k!ller. (yes lord)
you can sort ’em out when i send ’em
had a dream to be a sinner cause kareem was my n-gga
but i ain’t have a sky hook, (nah) but my punch lines land like a right hook
so i stopped shooting bricks, and i started moving zips
grams for the fifteen, i got a nice cook
and if you want a feature, you better come up with the cheddar, for the fifteen you could get a nice hook
baretta underneath the sweater, tryna setup, you can wet up, but with fifteen you will get your life took. god

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