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young dolph - crashin' out lyrics

lately i been feeling like spazzin’ out
memphis n-gg-s known for crashin’ out
i heard you going broke, so you -ss’d out
tryna keep up with the kid you gon’ be -ss’d out
tell me how the f-ck you think i got here
this rap game ain’t sh-t to me but some cartwheels
90 percent of these n-gg-s not real

started rapping, found out these rappers jewelry not real
d-mn, swear that sh-t hurt my heart dawg, huh, f-ck it though
never had a deal but got more guap than all of y’all
lost a half of mil’ that’s why i started rapping, dawg
tall skinny n-gg-, i should of been playing ball

but i had n-gg-s spending a hundred grand every time they called
it ain’t sh-t to pick up a pistol and go robbin’ n-gg-
i let my nuts hang, went out of town and went mobbin’ n-gg-
think ’bout my childhood, all i remember is starving n-gg-
old n-gg-s in the hood was hating, but i ain’t buy them n-gg-s
made a pledge with my n-gg-s, we brothers forever (yeah)

don’t give a f-ck, you right or wrong, we thuggin’ forever (yeah!)
sh-t was treacherous in my hood, n-gg- (every man for they self)
richest n-gg- in my hood, n-gg- (yeah, yeah)
do what i wanna, before this rap sh-t, none of that cap sh-t
just might be the realest n-gg- on the map, b-tch
had your sister holding pounds on some trap sh-t
bout to go pick up some gualla, i’ll be back b-tch
two-two thousand miles away, by my d-mn self
n-gg-s talk too much so i don’t need no d-mn help

dolph ran up them milly’s, you feel like he owe you don’t you?
but tell the truth, you would cross him out for some paper, won’t you?
why i show you so much, you ain’t never did sh-t for me
i take that back, besides run your mouth like a b-tch to me
i ain’t got no rap friends cause all they b-tches feeling me
they know deep down inside i’m what they n-gg- wanna be

ain’t nothing but one of me (d-mn)
he really from the streets (d-mn)
he really swung them p’s (d-mn)

he really bought that double r truck, it’s not a lease (d-mn)
momma called me crying, said she proud of me (i love you)
remember a couple of my own n-gg-s doubted me (f-ck you)
found my first plug, was like i hit the lottery (thank you, god)
when i get shot, was the first time i ain’t have my glock with me

- young dolph lyrics

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