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Yung Ro f Felon

Me and My gun

204 3 часа назад

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[Felon]Yo, yo, yoIt seems when I`m real hungry, my pistols start the talkin`And then I start the lockin`, and bullest start the sparkin`But I don`t really wanna go that routeI`m tryna get the dough legal, rappin` tryna throw them outAny competition, nobody`s gonna blow them outNobody`s gonna show them out, to keep this one hundredNobody!, yeah we gets bluntedYou tryna throw money, them come and stole from meI got that bounce back off the wallFa sho the stack n stacks n pile it upYung felon stay pilin` upInvisible men, they sound like the invisible friendI`m winnin` again, this shit is so ridiculousYung felon and ro, yeah the flow we sick wit itTryna grow some benjamins, n sit on top of the stackShit, when we spit we stay on top of the trackOverseein` shit, odein shitI got a dangerous pen, plus I`m runnin` wit some dangerous menDon`t make me pull out the shinin` armorMake me silent bomb ya, leave ya body numerI`m tryna earn a spot in the game, so I can come upAnd keep a gun on my side, so I won`t get done up[Yung Ro]I was about eleven when I got introduced to this lifeA few months later, I got introduced to my wifeBut she wasnt just yet, nah, she had a rep for nuttin` niggaz upAnd leavin` `em in the streets fetchedShe was a hoe, no, she was my fo foBut she had fucked so many niggaz I had to call her a hoeBut she didn`t mind, Or start complainin` like dumpI just pointed, and she fucked whoever I wantedShit got ugly, cuz when I thought she was down wit meShe got in another mans hands, and turned around on meBut you know, how it go, we don`t love them hoesBut when I needed her, she was there, you gotta love my hoeSo we got married, now i`m armed wit a techA strange demeanor, she was really calm like myselfI ain`t gon lie I was intimidated, gyeah palms full of sweatI couldnt let her see it, I remained in blunt, calm, and directIn my back yard, I got money heated a garden n setBombs and a tech, price on my head, wanted for my restThis is just light weight, y`all flow is light weightY`all re-order a light weight, slow daddy ya light weightI like cakes, the fuck up, I fight shake like what`s upMy mic breaks so cut up, the beat and get fucked upAnd a one and a two and a three NOBODY!Who fuckin` wit us in this mutha fucka?, NOBODY!Gyeah, holla at me and i`ll holla backAnd even when we ain`t around we there, how ya love that?Misundastood, gods the boss because god made manAnd he made me, but I created another manAnd I ain`t speakin` from pride, most rappas praisin` they selfCuz I fuck up, I ain`t perfect I`m ashamed of myselfPlayin` games wit myself, feel like I`m changin` myselfInsane by myself, lost from the pain that I feltGot me starvin`, usin` that last hole that came on my beltWho do I like?, nobody so I hang by myselfWho do I need?, nobody so I came by myselfAnd you must understand, see nobody ain`t just myselfI got invisible men, de-blisle mac andThe lizard is cham, We sittin`, we playin` in this pitfull of sinObjected world domination, what are we gettin` it inFire planes, blue skys, or just sit in the penBrotha Marcus on lock but we gon stick wit our menY`all don`t know pain like yung ro and fifty the twinAnd bennin` and marbo, I swear that it`s hard broAnd this heavenly hard road, it`s heavy and god knowsI`m helpless on all fo`s, cuz I see heaven and god knowsNobody`s a question mark like nine eleven just god knows

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