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skilla baby - randall upshaw lyrics

[intro]
crack music part 2
(the circle)
huh? huh?
(good lookin’, juan)
huh?
ah (huh?)
crack music part 2
(phone bangin’ right now)
ayy, huh?
[verse]
young n+gga, i done made some grown money off a junkie
i don’t treat ’em like they heads, i treat ’em like they got some money
n+gga touch my custo, i’m slidin’ for him like my brother
shavin’ grams, not my mama mama, i’m choppin’ up b+tter
free my lil’ cousin, he just caught a bad motherf+cker
n+ggas always lookin’ at you like a l!ck ’cause you a sucker
how the f+ck you sneak dissin’ me? i’m ’posed to be your brother
seen the closest n+ggas to me turn to strippers for the money
baby, i don’t wan’ nothin’ from you, let my n+gga f+ck or somethin’
all i know is if the money counter jam, keep on thumbin’
ain’t no crip, but if the opps send me the loc’, they know i’m comin’
i’m outside every day, when they see me, they know i’m thuggin’
tryna make a hundred thousand every day, boy, i’m for real
lil’ bro don’t give a f+ck about no pape’, he tryna k!ll
they gon’ have to give me seven figures if i sign a deal
i’m a hustlin’+ass n+gga, but my homeboy rob for real
gotta sleep with your jewelry on, b+tches tryna steal
i don’t need to pop a pill to pop a n+gga like a pill
they tryna hit lil’ bro with life, i hope he get off on appeal
they caught my baby with the ice, i know he wish he took that deal
i’m in the field, mask on, throwin’ bullets like lamar
i be high as h+ll and i’m fly as well, i’m a star
ten mil’, bullets big as h+ll, this b+tch’ll stop a car
better stay up out my lil’ n+gga way, he pop that bar
sk!lla versus state, i’m in court lookin’ like a geek
don’t ever hire randall upshaw for your case, that n+gga weak
your real brothers is the n+ggas you can call when sh+t get steep
tied in from east to west, from 50 zone to atb
my n+gga cousin on the other side, this city sh+t get deep
pray these n+ggas come outside, man, that sh+t’d make my weak
my lil’ cousin f+ckin’ on an opp n+gga as we speak
i accept everything come with this sh+t, i’m in the streets
i got a lot of dead friends, sh+t be f+ckin’ with my head
i’m tryna stay away from beef, that sh+t be f+ckin’ up the bread
man, i think i love this b+tch, she got me cummin’ off the head
still a beast, when she text me, i’ma leave her ass on read
don’t apologize for disrespectin’ me, enough was said
catch a n+gga in his ‘hood and show him who really got pull
get him pressed or get him dead, go to sleep, you made your bed
i can’t believe they payin’ me to rap, i used to serve the heads (huh?)
[outro]
crack music part 2, n+gga
sk!lla, quit dancin’, n+gga, you make crack music, n+gga, real street n+gga
huh?
crack music part 2, ah
(push that sh+t out, sk!lla)

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