Correction Paroles Last Breath par Lil Jairmy

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Yeah, yeah (G &amp; B)
Eatin' dinner, talkin' 'bout the weed, now a nigga lookin' for a coat
They done did a strike on Gucci, now a nigga trippin' in Dior
Yeah, yeah, woah (G &amp; B)

Just a young nigga, and I came up from the mud, yeah, yeah
Keep a thirty clip when I scoot 'cause that's just how I thug, yeah, yeah
Yeah, and I thought I had a lil' love, it wasn't no love, yeah, yeah
Smoke exotic weed, good gas all in my lungs, yeah, yeah
I'm steady takin' these drugs, sellin' these drugs, yeah, yeah
Might OD off these Perkys and this mud, yeah, yeah
I been dealin' with depression, wish my nigga Kenny Lou was still here
So I'm stayin' true, that's to my death, jumpin' Judas 'til my last breath

Hit the club, the freshest nigga there
We gon' make a movie up in here
I'ma make you fucks respect the gang
We was broke and still had made a name
They don't know the struggle and the pain
They just see the diamonds in my chain
You don't want no problems with me, nigga
Have your people picking out your grave
Smokin' throttle, thinkin' 'bout my nigga
I just went and tatted Ghost's name
Lately I been running through the change
Tell 'em free Lil Jack up out the cage
Doin' better now, I can't complain
I just popped a Perc' up on a plane
'Member when I used to rap for fun
Now it cost some racks to hit the stage
Know I gotta keep a loaded gun
I can't let a nigga take my chain
I can't let 'em play me like a lame
Let them niggas hate, I'm gettin' paid
And I don't owe a nigga not a thing
'Cause I went and got it out the mud
I was really trafficking them drugs
Gotta keep the thirty just because, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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