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young a c - i'm on lyrics

[verse 1]
gun drawn place leave
i ain’t f-cking megan good but i’m ways deep
yeah solemn swell i’ma stay street
mom and pop hardly there not a late fee
he could be fly if he ain’t me
but all i’m saying you can tell when a lame leave
sh-t and they ain’t rapping what i can’t see
i’m trying to tell you lil n-gg-rs life ain’t sweet
you could believe it if you want it
some message in it’s ear you could receive it if you
want it
tryin’ to get to the point they don’t believe me i’m
the owner
that’s better than taking bullets sh-lls bleeding on
the corner
coming from hard times sh-t it just getting harder
my momma be prayin for me in prison and got my father
and the real is i be on the end
but this melody be playing on my head saying

[hook]
i’m tired of doing things that you done
i’m trying to do some things that y’all ain’t seen
i’m tired of you talking ’bout what you done
when ain’t n-body seen them things is playing to me
and i’m on

[verse 2]
a whole ‘nother level
i see these n-gg-rs rock and roll this with bezzels
jet boys plotting on the soul like the devil
hopping on some whole ‘nother sh-t he ain’t never
the minute you get on n-gg- saying they was dead
but all a while he was watching you in play getting
sever
game to the games never slain your own record
look at god and you told me my pain doing measures
praying for some god as it came through us ever
kiss for their -ss with my land you can never
still feel the beats that will change you forever
when you may check money,cocaine ain’t your level
shut a vile lady shooting sane in my error
lately i just wanna see some things getting better
and the truth is i be on the air
with this melody be playing in my head saying

[verse 3]
ye now who the f-ck wanna play with guns
don’t play with me or guns ’cause we play with guns
like a bare cl-ss n-gg- we play with drums
and the ditch put your face in one
recognize a real n-gg- when you facing one
or get you itch you
read magazine but the one out the pistol
i am not the one to be played with find the game
or mean sitters crying frame
bullets don’t got a name call ’em john doe
b-tch n-gg- getting nervous he a problem ho
ag n-gg- call me the acronym
the money grow on trees i wanna stackle m’s
run up on my now prepare
and you a turtle now back for these sh-lls
back up again wet like sea sh-lls
me and young ac h-ll

- young a c lyrics

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