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yhung t.o. - what i see lyrics

[verse 1]
n-ggas want me dead, b-tch n-gga, come slide
i’m right here on the s with this glock four-five
been a year since you died, still dreamin’ you alive
tell that i’m lost when you look me in my eyes
sh-t get real when you up in that field
i got the juice, i ain’t q, but i keep the steel
henny nights in miami, i tote heat for real
in these streets for real
you don’t really want no beef for real
cash money, i’m a soldier
a hot boy, block boy, slidin’ with that glock, boy
and i don’t wanna cuff your b-tch ’cause she a tomboy
tuck til’ we slide down your block wit’ that convoy
i don’t even know these n-ggas, why they talk so much?
a broke n-gga get my verse, then i don’t cost enough
let this b-tch b-tch, i get sick and get to coughin’ up
she wanna pay that choosin’ fee then tell that b-tch to offer up

[chorus]
when i look inside the mirror, don’t know what i see
deep down i know the devil got control of me
the day lamont died, it left a hole in me
why i’m losin’ everybody that’s so close to me?
i feel alone with this pain like it’s only me
got me thinkin’ maybe this is how it’s supposed to be
can’t let the devil keep controllin’ me
if it wasn’t for this money, they wouldn’t notice me

[verse 2]
all black as i creep through the city
know some n-ggas want me dead but they gotta come and get me
i been blankin’ wit’ this .40 but my glock-9 hold fifty
caught a sucker up in traffic, introduced him to the semi
since 1998, i swear this street sh-t been in me
lost my brother to a bullet, wish that bullet never hit him
i done fell out with some n-ggas, who used to gang with me
last time i seen him, he got slapped and we stripped him
on me, i could’ve been played you n-ggas out
i tried to give you n-ggas life and help you n-ggas out
been slidin’ on them n-ggas on behalf of tu
when it was me, sheik, and tu, yb, and q
sh-t get real when you up in the streets
got me funkin’ with some n-ggas i ain’t never meet
i was slidin’, sendin’ shots on behalf of sheik
so i know i’ll die for him and he’ll die for me

[verse 3]
n-ggas want me dead, b-tch n-gga, come slide
i’m right here on the s with this glock four-five
been a year since you died, still dreamin’ you alive
tell that i’m lost when you look me in my eyes
sh-t get real when you up in that field
i got the juice, i ain’t q, but i keep the steel
henny nights in miami, i tote heat for real
in these streets for real
you don’t really want no beef for real
cash money, i’m a soldier
a hot boy, block boy, slidin’ with that glock, boy
i don’t wanna cuff your b-tch ’cause she a tomboy
tuck til’ we slide down your block wit’ that convoy

[outro]
let the devil keep controllin’ me
know they wouldn’t notice me
if it wasn’t for this money they wouldn’t notice me

- yhung t o lyrics

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