Correction Paroles Stoic par MBNel

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Ah
The way I am, I ain't the same from what I used to be
They got mad, I told him no, realize they using me
Talk to myself, I feel I'm craziest where they hear me speak
Try holding back my anger, that's what made my mama scared of me
Now we ain't promised tomorrow, that's why I keep my Glock
Before I walk through any mall, always keep it c*cked
Ready to pop, like I'm kettle, just don't get me hot
Tote heavy metal, I'm a rockstar, drum sticks'll hit y'all top
2 3 on me like I'm Lebron, b*t*h I been on the block
They saying they gon' kill me but all they do is talk
B*t*h we buying foreigns back to back, push to start, white and blood
Letting off 'bout 30 like Dell Curry with this f**king mag
F**k with my lil sister, lose your life, it ain't no fine in that
Take one of ours, we take yours, back and forth, t** for tat
Smart n***a, I'm a nerd go dumb with my hands on this Tec
My brother give me fifty, you can bet I bring a hunnid back
I know [?] 'cause I got pull just like a chin-up
And I don't f**k with squares, I got a circle full of winners
N***as better have them tints 'fore bullets fly right through the window
If we catch him without his family, turn his b*t*h into a widow, uh
I laugh now, cry later what I remind myself
Can't give a f**k 'bout anybody, I'm gon' remain myself
Cuz say he tryna do a skit after he popped a pill
He said "I don't care 'bout going to heaven, boy I'm high as hell"
Always kept a nest up on my head like turban on Bin Laden
Eight block monsters, they play too much, them n***as keep on sliding
B*t*h tryna seek out for the opps, them n***as keep on hiding
Lil shorty always tryna get top and really I don't mind it
It's getting hard to show my heart, it's kinda hard to find it
Been doing wrong for so long, I don't know what right it
Been finger f**king guns so much, we starting to get arthritis
And these beats showing my pain too much, why I be tryna hide it
Chh, aye, chh
Let me talk to 'em real quick
Aye
Look what I got now, Joe you 'member days inside my mom's house?
When we was writing songs in the garage, I had them Glocks out
It's crazy, now I'm doing everything we used to talk 'bout
I got sticks, drums, guitars like everyday, I'm finna rock out
Touched my first a hunnid, then I blew it like it was hot soup
But what did folks expect when touching checks and no one taught you
Me and bro don't talk a lot but brother know I always got you
If I ever catch a opp in the pa**enger, then I got to
'Cause I got to, f**ked up but it get greezy, huh
Who woulda thought that it get harder 'fore it get easy, huh
Fully automatic, see a sucker, lil Swiss cheese it up
I never knew my worth 'til these labels had sumn they seen in us
Damn, me and my demons having a slow dance
Had this pistol make a blizzard, turn a opp into a snowman
Told my brothers just be patient, if I could, then we all can
And everybody bleed, I could never fear no man

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