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wooksta34 x 2000 x yxng cairo (f.t.s) - n.t.l lyrics

verse 1 (wooksta34)

im ten toed down like im in a pair of socks
staying on guard for the cops
lookin at the block
thinking how this b-tch dun changed when i got myself back on clock
i swear il never lose
put dat on my mama
if i lie then my aunty she gon see me on the news
im looking for some clues
i remember days i wore red but the pain that i felt was the blues
i aint even lying , sometimes im bearly even trying
then i try so hard , i end up tired
i can take a break but you know il never ever leave
kos you knowing that i feel inspired
i keep it lowkey but i dun did what you aint , robbin hittaz so im rollin bare face
i gotta get paid , gotta make alota ends meet before end up dead in my grave
remember my name
wooksta34 fts b-tch
you know that im really wit da gang
i aint f-ckin wit no lames
put dat on my mama if i lie then i end up dead in my grave
dead in my grave
for all of my bruddaz imma ride till we end up dead in the grave
f-ck all of dat fake sh-t
i got nun to f-ckin lose
so im really outside tryna make

chorus
since i come from bottom , i got nun to lose
my aunty she praying i dont make the news
pappy , be wanting me just to go work
but only work i ever known was the serve
imma stay posted , stay down like a curbe
we gon k!ll sh-t like this was the purge
i do not f-ck wit these hittaz
we up on da lonley , when we do da dirt

verse 2 (yxng cairo)

news
i never ain’t sh-t
i got nothing to lose

taking all these risk
pray we don’t make the news

never leave a clue
for the pigs in blues

if i try do right
then i gotta wrong
we gon k!ll sh-t till the day that we gone
my bro had to rob swear god it was reckless

i finna i starve im finessing in the trenches
i finna i starve im finessing in the trenches

free my n-gg-s locked
hope bro don’t sentenced

my fam still struggling so im always stressing
from poverty to luxury i gotta make it happen
i put it on soul
got it out the mud had the plug on phone
popping xans stu b-tch im really in the zone
i seen a quarter of million at 20 old years
imma pour up a 4
on block serving feins
b-tch you know how we roll
you know how we roll

- wooksta34 x 2000 x yxng cairo f t s lyrics

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