Correction Paroles Walk Down par Kolyon

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[Kolyon]
(ConradOnTheBeat)
Down on a nigga
Ain't on that friendly shit, decline on a nigga ('Cline on a nigga)
Walk down on a nigga
I ain't on that friendly shit
Get that stick, go decline on them niggas
(C-C-Conrad, ConradOnTheBeat so you know that bitch-)

We 'bout to walk down on a nigga (Get up, get up)
Ain't on that friendly shit
Get that stick, go decline on them niggas
About tired of you niggas
More undercover punks takin' drugs now you're all a sudden killers
I did time wit' some niggas (Huh)
Who done got a life sentence over bitchin', just for ridin' wit' a nigga (Huh)
See me shinin', my nigga
And they still forget the fact, all the years, I been grindin' my nigga

Peep me, I take this war shit deeper
Since a real nigga gone, let these bitch niggas deep it
And all that floss, boy, I don't peeped it
That's why I moved out the hood, niggas sneakin'
'Fore a nigga jump ship on a real one, I was beefin'
When haters throw salt, I guess it killed all my leeches
Now a nigga ballin' and they still in the bleachers
Don't take it, 1500 for my sneakers
My phone, they be callin', what I'm chargin' for a feature
Motivate my youngens just to go and get the heater
Slidin' with that [?] in the [?] like some reefer
Go to spend it like we stuntin', just for gunnin' at my people
You niggas ain't a hundred, how the f*ck we gon' be equal?
Tell me who done it, we can run it, this a sequel
I ain't shootin' from the screech
I'm tryna knock 'em off they feet
I told 'em not to f*ck wit' lil' [?] (Woo)

Okay, I'm fed up
Niggas [?] the block and shot my leg up
Heard through the grapevine, some niggas want me dead
Bro, I ran up a check, it's time to headhunt
Detective came to my room but I ain't said nothin'
If [?] mention death, I swear to God, I get a head rush
Like I'm the realest nigga left and they ain't scared, boy
Psychopathic flow wit' no motherf*ckin' meds hoe
And on this real nigga shit, I got it locked just like a [?]
I swore my back against the ropes
My mama told me, "Son, you better not tote"
Watchin' niggas that surround, they gon' drown while you throat
And since they gossip like some hoes, shoot them pussies in they nose

(I'm 'bout tired of you niggas)
(That stick and go decline on you niggas)

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