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the savage family & bry-han solo - daze lyrics

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s.o.b
yeah that’s the team
solo

yeah, all hail the almighty
won’t prevail and ball like me
phone ringing dissect what the call might be
checks in the closet kicks be all nike
the devils coming, do i trip, nah i’m godsent
you couldn’t live with the things up on my conscience
drama occurring i gotta warn the convent
i’m not sure you’re listening to everything the han sent (talk)
wasting my time that’s precious on the clock
you can base it off lines but i already made the shot
ain’t gon be a day i won’t givе everything i got
my momma told me do you bеst i said i’ll take you to the top (yup)
palms itching work through the phone that’s long+distance
never will know you may walk the wrong instance
solo done cut it, i’m looking like a saw victim
words on my arm, yeah my passages are all written

y’all should know us from around the way (from around the way)
ask about the team what they bound to say (what they bound to say)
i ain’t stressing nothing cuz i found the ways (yup)
out for the count, you been down for days
i said y’all should know us from around the way (from around the way)
ask about the team what they bound to say (what they bound to say)
i ain’t stressing nothing cuz i found the ways (yup)
out for the count, you been down for days (sw+nk g)
savage n+gga, not an average n+gga, bet i cap a n+gga
talking trashy n+gga, living fastly n+gga, cars be flashy n+gga
wearing kappa n+gga, tell me how you living
new york to the death of me, redondo rapping n+gga, south of beverly
solo got the rips coughing heavily, juggs gon load and clap, now you heavenly
drizzy on the boards, what you gon do, he go double double
grab more boards than number two (drizzy) but he load and shoot (bang)
ap got the paper put a bounty on ya head, quicker picker upper, f+cking with the bread
liquor in my system, just to clear my head
caught you talking to the fed, try avoid the time
we gon get you lined, for acting 69 (snitch)
keep ya toes down all that capping in ya rhymes
now ya family crying they don’t know the code
claimed to be a savage but you fold, you should know way
jiggy n+gga getting paid, man that’s all i gotta say
you should count your f+cking daze (sw+nk g)

y’all should know us from around the way (from around the way)
ask about the team what they bound to say (what they bound to say)
i ain’t stressing nothing cuz i found the ways (yup)
out for the count, you been down for days (down for days)
i said y’all should know us from around the way (from around the way)
ask about the team what they bound to say (what they bound to say)
i ain’t stressing nothing cuz i found the ways (yup)
out for the count, you been down for days (kragg)
who really want smoke, p+ssy n+gga come get it
i am not hard to find kc crown on my fitted
young savage hustle hard for the cabbage cuz i never really had it with the drako
i go stupid, ooh n+gga don’t make me lose it, eastside compton
get real in my city, n+ggas play for keeps
lord have mercy, don’t let these n+ggas merk me
back in the days was straight, now these n+ggas hate
they don’t wanna see you with too much on your plate
but its a shame how these n+ggas fake, the baddest b+tches set you up
so i stay focused with my foot on these n+ggas necks
can’t let em see me sweat, if you snooze you will loose
i was raised to keep that tool and if you dont keep it you’s a fool
female but i’m real rude, i don’t tolerate no disrespect (at all), i shoulda been raised back in the days
when snitching was a no+no, now these n+ggas walk around freely i dont know who the f+ck to trust
i gotta move a lil different, real humble but i get ignorant
one day they ask a n+gga for nothing, i guess you won’t call me independent (genetti)

so much negativity makes it hard to be fun
i’m not a god i’m just a man that likes responding like one
young cynic but regardless sh+t has got to get done
comparing where i am now to how far i have come
spazzing out, rolling a tree blow it out in the breeze
f+ck you, i’m doing me cuz that’s who i be
vans on, pitch+black jeans and a plain white tee
dollar signs is all that i see you can blame it on greed
or blame it on me, skin tough as teflon with no vest on (none)
thinking you can get the best of me n+gga ya dead wrong
my next song is better than you best song
i ball harder for 9 innings without the mets on
f+ck the mets
thats the team
s.o.b



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