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tiny boost - hunger games ep 1 (freestyle) lyrics

[verse]
when these rappers say they riding, they gotta be lying
cah i checked the murder rate and that sh+t ain’t climbing
it’s all cap, it ain’t even surprising
even if their clothes was creased up, they ain’t upping no iron
since fifteen, brudda, i’ve been ducking indictments
still landed on the yard, pulling up with the lifers
all of my crimes got covered by trident
ask the d’s, i ain’t give them suckers nuttin but silence
i was taught “you gotta do more and talk less”
i did a collab with one ten and that was way before corteiz
big biscuit, no shortbread
it’s no love for the judge, i feel like p+ssing on the court steps
i just did ramadan, i been fasting
had to get right, i had to get my salah in
had to fall back, i had to leave the streets starving but i’m back now
what you need? i’ll lay a whole slab of smack down
you see, these streets ain’t a joke, i know nuff man that tapped out
and they got their soul sn+tched out
by a next man that couldn’t think straight and then he crashed out
akh, you know how it goes
m.o.b, i could never be controlled by these hoes
while my brudda’s doing thirty on the road to parole
i can’t visit so i gotta show ’em love all over the phone
and i don’t care if you’re a driller
when you talk to me, g, you best lower your tone
i’m with the gravediggers, get your body thrown in a hole
i don’t support liverpool but i’m still never walking alone
i might slide through your block and bring all of the woes
when the money calls, you gotta go and talk to the stove
that’s why my n+gga’s in the kitchen with a fork and a bowl
cali packs flying in, no shortage of crow
this four+four gon’ knock every thought out your dome
so bring your best stepper, i bet we crush all of his toes
real talk, we want all of the smoke ’cause ain’t nuttin changed
i’m hard to k!ll but i could still die another day
if rap fails then i’m gon’ get mine another way
bonafide hustler, i was grinding till my pedal bike punctured
it be the same n+ggas stabbing up the place on the road
that go jail and be scared to have a punch+up

- tiny boost lyrics

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