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uncharted - bbd and bruce lee lyrics

[verse 1]
n-gga put ya panties up, the vigilante antes up
in the lands where we so no other man we trust
our brothers and sisters, yea we love
even through the tribulations when we shoot our ones
fakes when rich, they see you broke then ditch
they b-tch about the real most
i recognize the real but these n-ggas i dont feel though
kick em with a steel toe boot, make them feel blows
sweet chin music to your kin folk
can see them when i’m blinded by locs
n-ggas think they win more, inhaled my dope then choked
singing about they weed smoke, you fail, go toke and float-
out the game, then come back with a different approach
i be coming to yall n-ggas like whats good
virgin to my sound like a b-tch asking what’s wood
n-ggas living lavish but they still asking what’s hood
wannabe bloods, grind cripple, acting like they suge
scrolling through my dm’s, b-tches asking for some wood
i showed her my home depot like i should
dont get that many hoes, but i did what i could
and i do what i can, while you saying what you would
shoulda, coulda, woulda
you always saying what you finna do
always claiming top number
but we always seen what you couldn’t do

[verse 2]
back once again, the win is automatic
spring time in timbs?, y’all looking h-lla tragic
stop the madness, born in march, i march my madness
in your games, see you lames can’t afford to practice
what’s the heat you’re packin’?
nowhere, with no flare, expose if you go near
my tier will tear you up, teary eyed when you seen enough
demon seed and an angels touch
life not that hype, express it through the mic he clutch
it’s like i drop three’s how i drop frees clutch
do y’all listen in your earphones, or rockin’ earm-ffs?
i’mma make y’all sleepers repent, like committing sin
take ya shine away like ye does then do the shrug
back off the rap on rap tip
n-ggas tell me to rap on trap to stack them stacks but-
can i be that, and still stack them cl-ssics
be real, stack them plaques with, no guilt or sadness
or should i get away from rapping
they see your boy image and start laughing, f-ck em’
modern life like rocko, i’mma do me
listen to song, hear how i do things
fakes and snakes, biting off me, need to leave
poisonous life, bbd and bruce lee

- uncharted lyrics

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