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x-raided - i ain't dead yet lyrics

[verse 1: x+raided]
it makes me wonder if you got good intentions
or would you really like to see me r.i.p
we used to kick it on the daily basis
g.b.c. love, now you’re coming at me with this fake sh+t
take it with a grain of salt, down the sh+t like tequila
bitter with the sweeter
n+gga got locked up, my homies didn’t show me “1+luv” like e+40
i maintain the status of a blocc g
none of you m+th+f+ckas will ever stop me
i know you mad, n+gga, that’s why you raided hating
i just kick back while all this sh+t is marinating
i let it all add up then i’ma be subtracting n+ggas domes with a little bit of triggernometry
now i’m rolling solo, me and the siccness
i don’t need no assistant to handle my business
n+gga, got your speakers shaking
beats still hitting even though you kept bullsh+tting
faking on me, supposed to be my homie
you dont give a f+ck about the x is all you show me

[chorus: x+raided]
open up the casket, n+gga, i ain’t dead yet
ash to ash, dust to dust ain’t been said yet
don’t pour out your 4+0 ounce
never liked st. ides anyway but it’s the thought that counts
open up the casket, i ain’t dead yet
ash to ash, dust to dust ain’t been said yet
n+gga, don’t pour out your 40 ounce
never liked st. ides anyway but it’s the thought that counts
[bridge: x+raided]
somebody tell me where my homie at
is he thinking ’bout the raided while he’s sippin on the cognac?
somebody tell me where my homies at, yeah
somebody tell me where my homies at
he’s singing
i can’t keep wasting my time waiting on you
to come home, to come home, yeah
when you’re locked up, your homies saying
i can’t keep wasting my time waiting on you
to come home, to come home, yeah

[verse 2: x+raided]
it kinda make a n+gga think
if i was laying in a casket, where would my n+gga be?
at my funeral in the front row or at the momo with a 4+0 and a hoe thinking about me?
(h+ll no)
i’m the last thing on your mind
and the b+tch that you kicking it with was probably mine
here i am, getting lowered in the ground
while you saying “d+mn, that n+gga x+raided was down”
all y’all doing, saying, steady getting your kick it on
even though i’m laying in the casket with my wife dressed in black, d+mn
somebody tell me where my homies at

[bridge: x+raided]
don’t put flowers in my casket, n+gga, i’m alive
you wanna see me dead but i survived
don’t put flowers in my casket, n+gga, i’m alive
you wanna see me dead but i survived, yeah, yeah
it don’t stop ’til the casket drop
but it ain’t dropped yet, so i ain’t stopped yet, yeah
it don’t stop ’til the casket drop
but it ain’t dropped yet, so i ain’t stopped yet, n+gga
it don’t stop ’til the casket drop
but it ain’t dropped yet, so i ain’t stopped yet
it don’t stop ’til the casket drop
but i ain’t stopped yet ’cause it ain’t dropped yet
[verse 3: x+raided]
deuce four in the morning, needed a strap
paged x+raided, i called right back
n+gga, you got me out the bed with my main
and i came through for you, staying true to the gang
when them east side pancakes had you hemmed up
i brought the syrup and the b+tter and we served ’em up
now it’s nineteen ninety whatever the f+ck
and n+ggas ain’t even staying in touch
what the f+ck’s going on? i can’t feel ya, loc
let me know, is you still my folks?
i don’t hear ya, though, is it like that?
when you get at me, that’s on the four, i’m gon’ get right back
it’s time to get at all my real
gotta give love to my homies i feel like lynch, sicx and will
ones that maintained love
made sure a n+gga got everything he had coming
so much respect for the visits, cash that you sent
hook ups with the b+tches that took the naked fl!cks
when i was sitting in the county, you backed my plate
to that n+gga from tamoshanter and kirk way, i say

[chorus: x+raided]
open up the casket, i ain’t dead yet
ash to ash, dust to dust ain’t been said yet
don’t pour out your 4+0 ounce
never liked st. ides anyway, it’s the thought that counts
open up the casket, i ain’t dead yet
ash to ash, dust to dust ain’t been said yet
n+gga, don’t pour out your 4+0 ounce
never liked st. ides anyway, it’s the thought that counts
[bridge]
i can’t keep wasting my time waiting on you
to come home, to come home
i can’t keep wasting my time waiting on you
to come home, to come home

[outro: da misses]
what you gonna do when you get out of jail?
n+gga, what you gonna do when you get out of jail
what you gonna do when you get out of jail?
what you gonna do when you get out of jail?

’cause i.. i be sh+tting
da misses
recognize this
you know
sh+t talking
b00boo breath smelling m+th+f+ckas
for the ‘9+5
it is i
you’re missed

- x raided lyrics

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