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$tupid young – broad-day lyrics

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[intro]
dave-o, make me a slap

[verse 1: $tupid young]
uh, when i lost my n-ggas, i swear i lost it
got me sheddin’ tears like a leakage in the faucet
demons in me and they got me feeling haunted
they just caught my dawg off america’s most wanted
this the life we live while you n-ggas just rap ’bout
this sh-t i’m speaking on way deeper than clout
remember when them n-ggas used to count us out
remember when them p-ssy n-ggas used to doubt
tables turn, bridges burn, you live and you learn
riding ’round through the trenches, 40, hold it firm
they k!lled my uncle during my prison term
came home, put that n-gga in the dirt like worms (facts)
these n-ggas ain’t stating facts
these n-ggas is all cap
they be lying in they raps, yeah
we riding around strapped
my shooters up in the back
we gon’ lay his -ss flat

[chorus: teejay3k]
i’d give it all away to get my n-ggas back
i’m from where all the murders and the k!llings at
tellin’ on a n-gga, we ain’t really into that
snitch k all day, i’ll k!ll a rat
free my n-ggas out that stateyard
rest in peace to all my n-ggas in that graveyard
b-tch, don’t talk about that life if you ain’t living that
’cause i’ll pull up broad day where you chilling at

[verse 2: $tupid young]
please don’t talk about that life if you ain’t into that
’cause nowadays n-ggas thuggin’ for the internet
hollow tips spreading everywhere your children at
i’d do anything to bring my k!llers back
i’m tryna get a bag, designer on me, mix and match
and if this rap sh-t don’t work, then i’ma flip some packs
paperwork surfaced, i ain’t really feeling rats
don’t need to hire no hit, i can get him whacked
i took a handful of k!llers for they first time
we gon’ slide every time if you hurt mine
caught him lacking with his b-tch, that’s the worst time
asian n-ggas with them chopsticks, you getting stirfried
i just used my burner, i need a new 40
that b-tch is trippin’, i need a new shorty
you know what time it is, i need a new rollie
everything i’m spitting on the mic is true story

[chorus: teejay3k]
i’d give it all away to get my n-ggas back
i’m from where all the murders and the k!llings at
tellin’ on a n-gga, we ain’t really into that
snitch k all day, i’ll k!ll a rat
free my n-ggas out that stateyard
rest in peace to all my n-ggas in that graveyard
b-tch, don’t talk about that life if you ain’t living that
’cause i’ll pull up broad day where you chilling at



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