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tate kobang - only freestyle lyrics

[verse 1]
i do my dirt by my lonely, these n-ggas they ain’t really homies
i do my dirt by my lonely and don’t keep no evidence on me
you want beef over off another man’s words, well that sh-t’s irrelevant homie
should’ve listened to mama, she told me, i ain’t listen
but mama she told me watch how they do you
their [?] never ain’t on, their [?] never ain’t need
b-tches is usual, acting like they wanna do you
to set up for someone to do you
like n-ggas ain’t really for you, but everything is alright though
all of my thousands here with me
and your thousands are with you, but they ain’t gon’ buy though
i can do this with my eyes closed, n-ggas switched i ain’t surprised though
f-ck you think i’ve got this nine for, all this stressin’ got my mind blown
ain’t no pointin’ n-ggas crimes though, like this that sh-t n-ggas dyin’ for
i’ve seen it happen all the time though, but i would murder over mine though

[chorus]
and that’s why it’s only, it’s my n-ggas only
designer drugs on me, tell ‘em it’s on me
i stay with it on me, it’s hittin’ shots only
i’m by my lonely, she f-ckin’ the homie
we kissin’ all on her, f-ck on her only
she suckin’ me only, the money all on me

[verse 2]
[?] in b-tches, yeah you know them b-tches
who f-ckin’ a squad, who f-ckin’ for richness and cause
and ain’t even [?], see that it’s yours, i’m dragging my b-lls
there i go sh-ttin’ again, we in this kitchen again
not in this b-tch to make friends, came in this b-tch to make ends
you are not gang, you can not claim what i claim
i want the wealth, you want fame, n-gga i bang
swear to god, n-ggas is lame, watch how you mention my name
it would be a shame for you to think sh-t is a game
you would get murdered in vain
of off a n-gga that you thought was with you
but when you was shooting, he wasn’t there with you
got rushed to the er, he wasn’t there with you
but he at your funeral, claiming he miss you
your mama she crying, he hand her a tissue
she all confused like what was the issue
now he can’t speak ‘cause you all in his mental
thinkin’ ‘bout all of the sh-t you’ve done been through
it’s crazy how n-ggas [?], but you in that bed and that n-gga ain’t with you

- tate kobang lyrics

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