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braend lee - more money, more violence كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
trapped inside a wishing well, i wish you well
failures not an option nikka
well can’t you tell ?
hot slugs and bad blood
man this is h-ll
that’s why they call it burnside
i never fail never did it never will
haters snorting c0ke lines
ex’s popping pills
life’s a thrill too many coaster rides
i’m a rider plus a roller leave em postarized
never doubt it i’m the coldest
i’m just polarized
heart chill where santa stay don’t need a slay
paper chasing got my mind racing like everyday
put my freedom on the line
what ? like mlk
martin luther could relate
as i display all the dreams in my speeches
can’t trust a soul too many leeches
never the type to ask for features
i lost my glo
slowly i’m a work it up again
now watch me blow
she f-cking me, i f-ck her friends
yea that’s how it go
w-ssup

[hook]

more money, more violence
more k!llers, more sirens
man the city that i’m from everybody doing drugs
they love to carry guns & bust slugs
anybody try to front they getting shoved in the mud
you claim that you get fly but you’ll get squashed like a bug

america the great
america the thug
and still i’ll never be enough
so w-ssup

[verse 2]
we in the belly of the beast in the middle of the ghetto
watch em play me like a cello
got the pedal to the metal
say i’m racing with the devil
but my engine got a tremble
i’m no angel
i speak in different angles
the world won’t understand you
these cops just apprehend you
the judge trynna remand you
to make you an example
they give you more than ample
time over crimes involved with pumping dimes
they force in harder times to make you pump your nine
now they got you locked inside to take over your mind
it’s a battle for your soul they pray for your demise
not sure if you’ll survive but they tell you you’ll be fine
just an fyi for the fbi everybody gotta die
bullets fly like the pigeons in the sky
once you try we going have to ride
time for war just another genocide and set it off
w-ssup

[hook]
more money, more violence
more k!llers, more sirens
man the city that i’m from everybody doing drugs
they love to carry guns & bust slugs
anybody try to front they getting shoved in the mud
you claim that you get fly but you’ll get squashed like a bug

america the great
america the thug
and still i’ll never be enough
so w-ssup

- braend lee

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