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screwly g - gangmember lyrics

[intro]
mmmmmm
mmm, mmm

[verse]
gangmember, gangmember
drug dealers, cold k!llers
that what my dad nem was
nana be scared, she don’t know imma thug
is what it is, i don’t care what it was
spin on the opps when i wanna see blood
n+ggas was hating, i was showing ‘em love
spending these racks on bonds and guns (mmm, guns)
home ain’t been feeling like home
f+ck these n+ggas don’t know what they on
only call me for favors so stay off my phone
boog died on a hit everything went wrong
suicide on my brain feel i’m better off gone
break down in a corner im feeling alone
my pain overflow, getting hard to stay strong (uhh)
i miss my brother [?]
still talk to [?] that hit home
n+ggas ain’t k!llеrs they cap in they songs
one day ‘gon bе rich i can’t wait ‘til we on
jizzle in prison, we talk on the phone
sh+t made me cry when he asked me what’s wrong
ain’t seen bro in a while i’ve been all on my own (uhh, uhh)
i threw my heart in the river
hate bumping heads with my n+ggas
do i gotta die just to paint them a picture
i been abandoned, that f+ck with my mental
14 with no fye, [?] gave me a pistol
ain’t talk to my uncle, can’t lie i do miss him
just thuggin and druggin, tryna cope with my issues (mmm)
bail out with drac and we get ‘em
put a opp in his grave or the ‘spital
this car striker no this not a rental
don’t want a double i want me a triple
stand over a opp and make sure that you k!ll him
we got the drop and we still zip ‘em
heard ‘em say “ahh” so i know that i hit him (mmm)
these n+ggas ain’t really my n+ggas
front line like a soldier wit k!llers
these n+ggas be fake and they know i’m more realer
i lost my dawg in the month of september
get all alone and i scroll through our pictures
treat n+ggas like opps who say they ain’t wit us
all we had was each other, none else i remember (uhh)
throw a party for bro in december
dissin on boog, every opp imma k!ll ‘em
if tiy was still living [?]
what’s a name caught a shot in the foot which it k!lled him
caught ‘em in traffic with shh and we flipped ‘em
bro out his mind, he done threw back a [?]
not the one in the front, i’m behind the trigger (uhh)
we the ones pullin homicides
we the young n+ggas make mamas cry
these n+ggas ain’t solid i opened my eyes
couldn’t see it at first must admit i was blind
time after time i ignored all the signs
sh+t off the top of my pain and my rhymes
no need for sympathy, know i’ll be fine (uhh)
can’t get no sleep i be tryin
clutching my fye go to sleep wit my nine
wake up sweating, having dreams of me dyin
opps want my soul tell ‘em pull up i’m firing
body for body you know we be slidin
whole lotta opps but the main ones hidin
trollin on insta, then died outside

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