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fmb dz - dear fans كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(getta beats)
but look

[chorus]
this for the fans, we ain’t kicked it in a minute
let me tell you how this sh_t been goin’ from start to finish
yeah, i parted ways from gang, i had to do my own thing
too many n_ggas actin’ weird, i ain’t with the funny games
some days i feel like givin’ up and throwin’ the towel in
why the f_ck i start rappin’? i should’ve played the violin
never been a yes man, always had the best hand
get on anybody ass, just tryna play me less than

[verse]
how the f_ck you supposed to trust and i can’t trust my own friends?
i won’t let the streets k!ll me, i’ma die an old man
think i’m ’bout to cut the dreads, i quit takin’ meds
i went through withdrawls, i d_mn near died in the bed
i thought covid had me, i ain’t lyin’, i was scared
so much bullsh_t was runnin’ through a n_gga head
i was blamin’ everybody else, was f_ckin’ up my bread
don’t n0body owe me sh_t, i’m a grown_ass man
i done got it out the mud, i could turn mud to sand
i just made a twenty ball today, ask my n_gga sam
i ain’t tryna hit the club, i gotta put up for the fam
’cause i’m tryna get a lamb’, f_ck postin’ on the ‘gram
i’ve been stayin’ out the way, i got pies like mrs. debb
just know that b_tch a supercharger, you ever catch me in a jag’
never seen me tuck my tail, i’m the biggest of the biggest
better not catch you with the other side, we k!llin’ all them n_ggas
i’m like obama in my hood, even my mama know what’s good
pull up to my show with all the bloods behind me like i’m suge
i be flyin’ first class, i be drunk before i land
i be talkin’ how i talk around this b_tch ’cause i can
house even store my jewelry, i just lost a hundred bands
on the phone with the jewels, ’bout to do it all again
ain’t no paper shortage, b_tch, i’m chewin’ like i’m twin
playin’ blackjack with 30 on me at the win
they say everything’d go when that money on the line
when them bullets get to flyin’, you hear n_ggas’ mamas cryin’
now everybody snitchin’, street n_ggas turn witness
it get cold where i’m from, that’s why this b_tch the murder mitten
you see the police on the block, we was still servin’ n_ggas
p_rock baby, start goin’ glock crazy
heard the city bein’ on fire, you hear nothin’ but shots lately
ain’t no love for the other side, they gon’ die hatin’ (but look)
[chorus]
this for the fans, we ain’t kicked it in a minute
let me tell you how this sh_t been goin’ from start to finish
yeah, i parted ways from gang, i had to do my own thing
too many n_ggas actin’ weird, i ain’t with the funny games
some days i feel like givin’ up and throwin’ the towel in
why the f_ck i start rappin’? i should’ve played the violin
never been a yes man, always had the best hand
get on anybody ass, just tryna play me less than

- fmb dz

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