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yay - missin a friend lyrics

[hook]
a whip full of metal so i’m dipping again
my g’s up in jail so i’m missing a friend
glove full of powers when i’m whipping a z
i’ve got a few screws loose like i’m drilling on pens
praying that the lord can forgive me for things
that been done, all this time i’ve been living in sin
running to the money, got the z’s in the ding
no new rapping, i’ve been raised on the cling

[verse 1]
i’ve got million pound dreams but i’m still running to the bando
standard; my brodie’s in his pad with a zanco
trampo; i can’t really settle for no trampo
gang wait; i take you anywhere i make the gang go
i’ve got stresses, whole lot of stresses
so when i said i’ve gotta fall back i weren’t messing
life is a lesson and while i’m still learning
i can say that the curse sometimes is a blessing
i’ve got forevers, tricks on the cleavers
so i keep a stick right under the leathers
i’ve got devils tryna fight my devils
beefing in the hood with the opps over pebbles
and mum i couldn’t be the son that you wanted
but i love you more than anything in life and that’s a promise
and i know we fell out when my pack fell out
and you saw that the way i’m living isn’t honest

[hook]
a whip full of metal so i’m dipping again
my g’s up in jail so i’m missing a friend
glove full of powers when i’m whipping a z
i’ve got a few screws loose like i’m drilling on pens
praying that the lord can forgive me for things
that been done, all this time i’ve been living in sin
running to the money, got the z’s in the ding
no new rapping, i’ve been raised on the cling

[verse 2]
play my position where i’m from, don’t ask me where i’m from
gorilla gang, looking like some drillers when we come
try and hide, i ain’t tryna bring it to your mum’s
and federal sticking to my strip man it’s long
in my jeans where it’s tucked, i couldn’t give a f#ck
trap city baby, i’m still here outta luck
it’s still money over hoes, that’s a rule that i came with
and my bro caught an am, i’m just sad i couldn’t save him
cause the streets are getting worse and the price is getting higher
i fell off with my guy cause i can’t trust no liar
real as they come but it’s f#cked for a star
cause there’s (shh) in the park and packs in the car
still bang out on your block, what you saying?
putting six fiddy on the yay, what you paying?
she looks so pretty but i know she ain’t staying
in the uber home, she ain’t tryna be paying
i strictly chase cash, getting paid since school
took a whole lot of l’s but i stayed with my tool
catch me out my town getting waved by the pool
and i don’t suggest you taking yay for a fool
this ain’t a love song baby, this a hood flow
if i go clear then the hood blow
forever questioning the trap and these hood hoes
a k!lling off the beela once the buj goes

[hook]
a whip full of metal so i’m dipping again
my g’s up in jail so i’m missing a friend
glove full of powers when i’m whipping a z
i’ve got a few screws loose like i’m drilling on peds
praying that the lord can forgive me for things
that been done, all this time i’ve been living in sin
running to the money, got the z’s in the ding
no new rapping, i’ve been raised on the cling

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