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young capisce - long live mitch (from the gun bust) lyrics

intro: from the gun bust…long live mitch….soul cellar on the way
(look)

verse:
beginning of the summer(yeah)/ walnut and franklin w&f (uh)
2014 all of my n+ggas movin crack(yup)/we wasn’t acting but we was trynna make movie checks(tha t’s right)/ mitch, deek, ’dre, fats,brizzy,jordan,zach (all of us)/ we was young and we was trynna make a dolla/laced up, polo trunks, with prescription louie shottas (swag)/b+tches thick with they leggins and coochie riders /like the gram they was tryn pick and choose who to follow (follow me)/ dice games on the block until the cops came (yup)/ after the blitz we was back to servin rocked cainе (right)/mitch just came home said “alot changed” (uh)/ ‘drе did his time strong he was not phased (word)/called ajee, came thru saw his son (yup)/ ‘sir gettin bigger plus he learning how to draw his gun (wow)/ at night the block was still hotter than the georgia sun (what)/all the b+tches out numbering n+ggas like 4+1 (what)/ yeah we was out there/old heads looking out (right)/ welcome home to my n+ggas/rolling up, cooking out (thats word)/ we was poppin percs trying do numbers(what)/young bulls running ‘round, school was out for the summer (it was)/ 7 n+ggas ,dollar games,run that fever back (yeah)/ maliqua had the cake, im tryn get a piece of that (right)/ shout out to my n+gga deek, yeah he was getting back (right)/trappin out the rental n+gga ain’t no leasing that (right)/ “tweet and fats” they was dating, they was poppin (word)/like roman candles,m60’s,red rockets (word) / lil ‘kell he was posted with the mopstick (uh)/ at that time zach was going thru a crisis (dayum) /i was blowing on that wak, yeah that love boat (woah)/ f+ckin women makin p+ssies sing a love note (word)/ mitch was k!llin ‘em, you know he liked to sell coke (mitch !) / i swear to god , my boy had that after jail glow (swear to god)/
“pinegrove” didn’t ever change my n+gga, h+ll no !/ cyphers me and mitch he used to k!ll ‘em with that jail flow (word)/ ‘dre was cautious ,heard n+ggas on his top/ but had a sit down and squashed the beef with that n+gga dot (uh) / this was back when young thug wanted 12 for a verse (swear to god)/ if we only paid for it now i’m sick call a nurse (yeah)/ but p+ssy n+ggas jumped me broke my shoulder (shoulder)/its cool cuz i rocked out me myself and my lonesome (lonesome)/came back to the block by myself like a loner (loner)/ and realized whatever don’t k!ll you make you a soldier (soldier)/but f+ck it cause the past is the past (dayum)/and n+gga i don’t brag /i’m just here to speak the facts (real sh+t)/ it is what it is and you get what you give (word)/ i only wrote this song for a mother who lost her kid (mitch!)/ when we was growing up we learned to get it how we lived (right)/went from baby cribs to grown men doing bids (facts)/ back to the subject sissy was out trappin (yeah)/ this around the time deek and her shared a mattress (yeah)/ deek was getting a couple dollars/but steady stacking (right)/got a phone call from 2 letters ‘bout a ratchet (real rap)/told him he agreed to meet them n+ggas at the jefferson (right)/ in maybe like a week he had to cop up on the rest of them (dayum)/meanwhile mitch was winning getting benjamin’s (what) /in 3 months that n+gga had that weight in like a mexican (what)/ modern paid in full, we had the recipe (paid in full) /i swear to god the block was eating like a treasury (word)

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