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yt triz – intro (dysfunctional) lyrics

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[intro]
dysfunctional
bring you in my world
this shit’s truer than true tv, n-gg-
yea, yt triz

[verse 1]
mama, don’t cry, dry your eyes
i know a lot of n-gg-s been planning my demise
i know the enemy’s gonna show up in the skies
but i done seen a n-gg- with my own two eyes (death!)
and n-gg-, i’m the rose ‘t grew through the concrete
meaning i ain’t fittin’ ‘o accept no defeat
if you’re a real n-gg- then them ends gon’ meet
i’ve got a couple ‘o kids and they all gotta eat
‘cause i remember thanksgiving, we ain’t even eat
halloween, we ain’t get a motherf-cking treat
the holidays came, n-gg- we ain’t have a tree
my whole f-cking family ’s depending on me
i pray to god, why’s the devil preying on the weak?
i pray to god all o’ my enemies go to sleep
i pray to god, please take a n-gg- out o’ the streets
put my mama in the crib and my brother on his feet
i thank the lord for the day i grabbed a pen and paper
the only way i’m really taking out them frustrations
i’m trying to make some good out o’ a bad situation
when i was young i regret saying f-ck an education
if i don’t get nothing else, i’m gon’ get some paper (money!)
the game is a swamp, but i’ve been an alligator
a n-gg-’s trying to eat, i ain’t come to be a waiter
and i’m gon’ go and get it ‘til the day i meet my maker
motherf-cker, what’s up?

[verse 2]
and now they wonder how a n-gg- did it
started with a plan and a n-gg-’s staying with it
‘cause i remember when i couldn’t even cop a fifty
and now they know my name in the motherf-cking city (yt!)
never had shit so i started with the (straps/scr-ps)
real street n-gg- so i started with the traps
had plenty o’ days that i said f-ck rapping
linked up with e cl-ss, then a n-gg- made it happen
f-ck n-gg-, what’s up?

[verse 3]
if you’re a hater then you’ve been a hater (f-ck ‘em!)
shut the f-ck up, n-gg- get some paper (f-ck ‘em!)
shut the f-ck up, n-gg- die slow
and put a d-ck inside your pothole
my middle finger ’s getting real tired
and all o’ my b-tches ‘s getting real fine
f-ck n-gg-s ‘s still f-ck n-gg-s
tell them f-ck boys it’s bed time

[verse 2]

[outro]
f-ck n-gg-, what’s up? f-ck n-gg-, what’s up?
f-ck n-gg-, what’s up?
f-ck n-gg-, what’s up? f-ck n-gg-, what’s up?
f-ck n-gg-, what’s up?
dysfunctional



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