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the sophomores - sewn up lyrics

verse 1: au jus
know i gotta kick it, southerncalifornialistic
make sure that i got somethin’ for my n-ggas
somethin’ for the b-tches, somethin’ for my sister
and lil’ brother, give ’em somethin’ to look up to
the reflections of a n-gga in his everyday struggle
no recollection, lost pieces of the puzzle
mis-direction is the reason why my people still struggle
bought a jesus chain, but my n-gga still trouble
i ain’t a clown, but man i juggle…
brains, power and hustle, plus my main man got one tucked too
sh-t
so we ain’t got nothin’ to worry about
and we ain’t in the gym, but we hope sh-t work out
whole life i been tryna get these words out
man, a n-gga can’t cope with this world now
blame society how a n-gga got turned out
fightin’ sobriety, i bust a b-tch, to turn it ’round
‘less somethin’ inspires me
to light that fire, hit that ‘dro
slow sh-t down, sip that po’
stack that bread, f-ck with hoes
hold yo head, n-gga anything goes
when it’s falls on ’em
…n-ggas start b-tchin’, make you wanna put them paws on ’em
but you like “f-ck that n-gga,” you rather just ball on ’em
stylin’ on you n-ggas like the fashion pages
stylin’ on you n-ggas and ain’t nothin’ fabricated

chorus: au jus
sewn up, we got everything sewn up
cuz a n-gga done growned up
n-ggas thought they owned us, but we end up bein’ owners
’til it’s sewn up
it won’t stop, til it’s sewn up
to the top, got it sewn up
this world? have it sewn up
yo girl?, had her sewn up
stylin’ on you n-ggas like the f-ckin’ fashion pages
stylin’ on you n-ggas and ain’t nothin’ fabricated

verse 2: veuveray
tell me what it’s hittin’ fo’
girl can we kick it? f’sho
pretty face to toes, look like you belong in videos
plus, you know throw that hood up
plus, you roll them backwoods up
plus you like to back it up, so don’t be with that bullsh-t
spliff is rolled, and i’mma sip the po’
veuve, but you could stick with mo’
money, trees, and expensive clothes, i’m flyin’ places never been befo’
my homies be 17, already they’ve been grown up
juveniles, adults at trial, hold it down, they got it sewn up
trade center was blown up
besides the planes, it was really bombs
some say, but the fact of the matter is either way sh-t ain’t really calm
versace chains, we really dons
hollywood to sugar hills we on
love a girl in the kitchen with her lingerie and them heels be on
oh, you mad cuz i’m stylin’ on you?
homie from the brook’ be wildin’ on you
marijuana just pilin’ on you, we flyin’ to them islands on you
and you know we flyer than them f-ckin’ fashion pages
stylin’ on you n-ggas, and ain’t nothin’ fabricated

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