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scy jimm - steve nash lyrics

[intro]
mm
ya know i’m sayin’?
i do this sh+t, we eatin’ (hoo)
young n+gga, i get cheese
big scy sh+t, ya know i’m sayin’?
(young n+gga, i get, hmm)
n+gga know i’m trained to trap, t2t, that’s how i’m comin’
(ddot cold as motherf+cker, on god)

[verse 1]
ayy, this a cold world, so i be ridin’ with that fye (nah)
ayy, he say i ain’t real, that’s a bald+faced lie (n+gga, that’s a lie)
ayy, how i fail science? i’m having bills like i’m nye (bills like i’m nye, yeah)
yeah, i won’t snitch, b+tch, i’ll rather die (ayy, ayy, come on, man, ayy)
ayy, know i’m t2t, i’m trained to trap, that’s how i’m comin’ (yeah)
my buddy need some food, i skated to him like it’s sonic (ayy, yeah)
ayy, going through so much, i’m tryna cope with this chronic, yeah (ayy, yeah)
[chorus]
(ayy, yeah)
ayy, you n+ggas ain’t never tote no gun, ayy (huh?)
i’m in the club with a dub (hoo), ayy, a backpack full of ones (glah, yeah, yeah, huh?)
call me scy steve nash, these n+ggas my sons, ayy, ayy

[verse 2]
i put a fifty on my stick, n+gga, ayy (glah, glah)
run up, you get hit, n+gga (hoo)
they know i’m the sh+t, n+gga (pew, pew)
where the f+ck a n+gga was when i was hittin’ l!cks, n+gga? (yeah, ayy, ayy)
mm (ayy), countin’ pink and blue money, but i’m seeing red (hoo)
i feel like everybody fakes, oh, that’s just my head (oh, that’s just my head)
took a n+gga b+tch, she want me instead (ooh), ayy (ayy)
you can catch me in the lane with my brother, we got the top down (ayy)
remember we was just at the bottom, we on top now (huh?)
f+ck n+gga say he want smoke, we beat the block down (woo)
remember we was scr+pin’ up pennies, we got guap now (on god)

[chorus]
ayy (yeah), you n+ggas ain’t never tote no gun (yeah), ayy
i’m in the club with a dub (yeah, ayy, ayy), ayy, a backpack full of ones
call me scy steve nash, these n+ggas my sons, ayy

[outro]
(hoo) ayy
come on, man, you already know how i’m comin’, know i’m sayin’?
big scy, yeah, big t2t, know i’m sayin’?
you know i’m trained to trap, n+gga
ayy, you n+ggas ain’t never tote no gun, uh
call me scy steve nash, these n+ggas my sons

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