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unaverage gang – hanging by a thread lyrics

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[vague]

bottles of the pain, that i carry in cases
people always fightin bout who the significant race is
but you just label of the system, what the f-ck is more important?
losing sight of the truth or this life you abortin
favorin the image while these artist usin mumble rap and makin these simulated statements
this my jurisdiction, cause fakin doesn’t exist in my interest
but learn through these lines of the many things i’ve witnessed
when sh-t hits the roof, uav livin proof
make it known, you’re not alone with all the f-cken things you go through
and i’m given it up, stuck in this h-ll, ain’t given a f-ck
your bad habits of back stabbin, i interrupt

[ac]

let me show you mothaf-ckas the road that just never ends
always bleeding uav and i swear thats until i’m dead
corpse surround my bed while my white b-tch give me head
h-llraiser the name always feenin for the flesh
tripple 6, why you actin like b-tch?
oh sh-t, snitches bouta get split, i’m convienced
that we the sickest in this sh-t, sickle cell, oh well, man i’m burning in h-ll
can’t you tell if you f-ck with us you taking an l?
bringing it back to “witches nest” when vague was casting a spell
test your luck if you f-ck with us
i’ll bring the ruckus, bl–dy f-ckin comp-ss pointing south to the dungeon

[$inbad]

i pull up and burn up with burner, i’m timmy turner
cause i’m wishing that you p-ss-es would stop returning start burnin
can’t be picking off my earnings, i’m running terror you squirming
came releasing all my anger, don’t grin and bear you worthless
you ain’t nothin but a pee on, you probably in debt
you keep on flashing all this money, car you driving is wrecked
and you can keep on actin funny, cause sh-t, karmas a b-tch
you might go long for this sh-t, this as far as you get
don’t f-ck with around with the kid, i’ll f-ck around with ya b-tch
give me the crown, i’ll run a town , king of this sound that i give
i’ll make my rounds to ya crib, so don’t be clownin me kid
i’ll put you down like 6 feet ground with just a rhyme that i spit



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