sayrex - not dusters/die in memphis lyrics
[verse]
you can see me at the top, looking down, screaming: “what now?”
tell them throw the towel, they could never put me to the down
i love my village, grandmother, grandfather, smoke a dope
never give a f+ck about the city, where i need to grow
shoutout to the westwood, p+ssy+boy, never come here
there’s the place where b+tches talk like big brother’s, heard him?
russian memphis make me f+ckin’ dead, i need go to home
for the first time i hope, but i hope i don’t get bullet+dome
i was ditchin’ school wit my blunt tryna stack it up
the youngers no longer give a place’s to the old
shoutout to the o’, r.i.p. y’all who’s wanted good make some
i wanna make some good to next breed, yeah, b+tch
lookin’ through myself, no one
lookin’ through your b+tch, d+mn
2016, i was readin’ about the blood on blamin’
and like “f+ck tha club up, f+ck tha club up”
i was with tha f+ckin’ gang and f+ck tha club up
i’m very glad for nowadays younger don’t trust some b+st+rds
i’m very glad for they’ve learned from our mistakes, they don’t dusters
(uh, yeah, they don’t dusters, b+tch, 98gang)
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