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est gee - pray you die in surgery كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, mmm

[verse]
they say, “if you ain’t cheatin’, you ain’t tryin'”
the answer that i give you every time, you’d rather me lie
if that’s what it take for a fake smile, i’d rather cry (i’d rather cry)
put my pride to the side (to the side), it got me worn out and tired (tired)
i tell the truth, and i’ll let you decide if you stayin’ down
it’s some sinners that come with mine (mine)
love me hard, ’til we die
even aftеr this chapter gone, you’ll still be minе in the sky (in the sky)
if i go before you though, i hope you use me as a guide (me as a guide)
tribulations and trials (tribulations, trials), foreign, half to a nine
in these streets, i’m a giant (i’m a giant)
why my peoples have to be slimes? why my mama had to die?
ain’t get a chance to look her youngest grandson in his eye
why red leave me behind? you the only reason i tried (only reason i tried)
why quan let n_ggas wreck his new ride soon as he buy ’em (soon as he bought it, n_gga)
lil’ dead took a shot to his head tryna get high (f_ck)
leaned his seat back too far, it was only one bullet fired
all it took to make us cry, all us shooters need a new drive
ain’t no way they gon’ survive, we four cars and deep slimes
thank whoever who outside, no innocence in my eyes
on god, don’t be too hard with your judgement (with your judgement)
then again, in this position, how can you judge us? (how can you judge a n_gga?)
for wakin’ up with grudges, k!llin’ for our loved ones (k!llin’ for my bro)
east side taliban, riata drive to tubman
n0body never loved us, hugged us, or gave us nothin’
deuce deuce rusty, get up close, then slump him (get up close)
it don’t mess with my conscience (nah), f_ck him, he had it comin’ (f_ck him, man)
somethin’ out of nothin’, hundred, you dice his onions
the king of the jungle, island, ain’t nothin’ above it
made men amongst us, don’t go against each other
wish you took it serious when i told you, “i love you”
must’ve thought i was funny, like my issues ain’t mean nothin’
instead of uppin’ your thumper in memory of your brother (memory of your bro)
you’d rather call and ask, “what the budget?” like it ain’t personal
like i ain’t see you cry at his funeral, it wasn’t hurtin’ you?
like when life gave you tough pills to swallow, that we wasn’t burpin’ you
when i done been and not sure, whoever outside after curfew
tell my mama, “i’ma be late to heaven, ’cause of what i done turned to” (mama)
hurdle after hurdle (hurdle), murder after murder (murder)
i be tryin’ guard my sister from afar, n0body hurt her (n0body)
kept callin’ her phone, said that i needed her, it was urgent
she let her boyfriend run off with a quarter_pound of purple
and i was just like twenty, tryna stack up my first thirty
but i forgive you, i don’t blame you, you know i’m con game, for certain
and they know that we the worst ones, backdoors and closed curtains
and i wish i knew back then what them decisions would determine
i don’t think i’d change nothin’ except some deaths that was occurin’
and my heart been hurtin’, and them perkies wasn’t workin’
my son won’t do nothin’ i did, let alone worser (let alone worser)
never’ll be a worker, burglar, or a murderer (or a murderer)
without encouragement, i still came out the thorough list
jammed in my hand, the last time we met in person
red in my head, sayin’ every man have a purpose
soon as you done searchin’, i’ma be in the dark, lurkin’
see an island serpent, n_gga, tote yeekies in churches
soon as we load these thirties, y’all gon’ load n_ggas in he_rs_s
and dugg don’t get ’em furbished, if you change the shape to hershey
but f_ck it if it’s workin’, no returns on none of these purchases
drench him, he was thirsty, may lord have mercy
why the boy prayin’, even after they buried me?
was i wrong to pray that n_ggas died in they surgery? (was i wrong?)
was i wrong to cut him off before i let him murder me? (was i wrong?)
am i wrong for lettin’ it still worry me, currently? (was i wrong?)
am i wrong for tryna get ’em all ‘fore they bury me?
[outro]
was i wrong to pray that n_ggas died in they surgery?
was i wrong to cut him off before i let him murder me?
am i wrong for lettin’ it still worry me, currently?
am i wrong for tryna get ’em all ‘fore they bury me?

- est gee

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