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stain savage - i wonder why lyrics

when i was just a young g man i wonder why?
why he rob me for the bands, why he rob me for the pies? (for the ls)
coz i was watching with some closed eyes
he gotta pay the consequences with his own life
i tell ya that’s the first rule up in this trap life
ain’t no 2nd chances for making it right
i’m organised with the bosses up in mob city
i’m hard body i was taught to show no n-ggas pity
heart, diamond and that clover, ain’t no pity
i’m a soldier in a rage, chi n-ggas feel me
southside, i’m a rider in a box chevy
and the speakers going hammer, and the squad ready
i blow a candle for an opp, coz that’s how we livin
i’m trying to make some history before i go to prison
man the opps be always testin, but im never stressin
he got a gun he think he flexin, lord somebody bless him
you ain’t a gansta just bcoz u got a smif and wessun
i taught em how to rob – showed my hood a vital lesson
i started 9 years old just an adolescent
stealing mumma’s rent money and her golden necklace
real n-ggas used to ask me “what you want for breakfast?”
everyday i make the moves, ain’t no time for resting
i guess this life ain’t really what it seems
everybody got a team trying to run the streets
how you say that you a boss but you ain’t got a fleet
this n-gga dangerous in the booth, never in the streets
i was underestimated as a troubled teen
i caught my first body, skirt the scene, my team redeemed (?)
i shall not have to prove a thing to the day i bleed
you can call me what u want, but you don’t know a thing
stain savage – yeh i murder beats, stomping n-ggas faces in with some soccer cleats
i remember being broke and i couldn’t eat – im hustling from for this rap sh-t so i don’t get no sleep
if i’m an opp, then you rockin with the opposition
he yellin nah i dont give a f-ck boy, that was stain spittin
gino (?) tell these n-ggas plz don’t get me started
rap style r-t-rded, now these b-tches steady calling
if you look behind me all you see is rappers falling
this sh-t for real we can shoot it out or get to brawling
i know some critics they gone be like “that n-gga wet”
“he ain’t pushing bails, he ain’t never made no crack”
well at a time over struggle, i resort to that
but since i got the loud, im just trappin moving packs
all my n-ggas wolves, so we move in packs
i’m the bill collector all these rappers owe me tax
yeh, stain the grim reaper lookin for you
my lil n-ggas heard that whistle, got to shootin for you
this could be the ending of a rap n-gga, respect the gangsta trap god and a rap n-gga
see u simple u ain’t nothing but a rap n-gga
ain’t pull no triggers, never been a part of my dinners
n-gga

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