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g.r.a.m.z - amygdala (full كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1 : g.r.a.m.z.]

yes sir, yes sir, i been under pressure
and the way i feel, any day i’m bound to break, pull that pound and gesture
yes sir, yes sir, your wildest dreams can’t measure
to the nightmares and them day terrors, that’s reoccurred since my birth
no sir, what’s worse, is my father told me i’m cursed
and all the drama he’s caused, is only gonna trickle down to my sp-wn
but wait, it gets worse, i’m the kin of k!llers and jerks
kin of dope addicts and alcoholics, sh-t i been drinking since 12
night train, 4-0
i was born to thug it, i know
can’t live without it, i’m a living product, of the struggle, muscle, hustle
my pain, my hope, is to make it out of this hole
and i’m almost reaching my goal, to leave a little something malcolm can own
get grown, get grown

[chorus]

i don’t even sleep inside my bed
sick of all these dreams inside my head (x4)
go to sleep, wake up, then crack a brew
think about all the f-ck sh-t i been through (x3)
cause the dreams that a n-gga be having at night, sh-t
not to be f-cked with

[verse 2 : zombie juice]

y’all ain’t raw , it ain’t hard to tell ya stepped on
zombie try we, in the back of my mind
this kush so good, rewind the time
i’m still on my grind, i’m still selling packs
i don’t get sh-t for this f-cking rap
so f-ck you and your bullsh-t
i don’t got time for your foolishness
i mean sh-t, i do miss my momma
and my daddy, never had thee
but i’m gladly, m.i.c yes, he loves me
tired of running from the police
and you f-ck -ss n-ggas don’t know me
and you ain’t even a percent of the old me (ol’ me)
so i smoke good to this o.e
beat the p-ssy good, so she love me
i sold p-ssy, sold drugs
but ain’t never gonna sell my soul cuz
look out for the n-gga on the corner with a glock
and his pants with a sack full of raw
with his back to the wall
smoking packs of newport’s
his daddy in a hole he ain’t got no remorse
yeah

[verse 3 : meechy darko]

money be the motive, watch me make this money multiply
master of my flow making murderous music my god
my momma make sure my hopes is high and i aim for the sky
my mind’s a supercomputer that never ever haywire’s
speaking of hay, i’m the thinnest needle in the middle of it all
i’m like ads, so see, you’ll only find me if i’m meant for ya’ll
god d-mn it, ain’t it amazing, we done came a long way from slave ships
even though we still on our whips and chains sh-t
will i shine bright cause i bear the light or will i sink in the abyss
it ain’t sinning if you winning and i’m living proof of this
more like dead proof, you b-tch
done seen a zillion rappers come up and ain’t do sh-t
maybe cause his mainframe was the same as his
faker than the chest of these p-rno actresses
hold up, let me hit this spliff, i’m known for spitting sick
rolling up and talking sh-t, zombie gang, flatbush b-tch
you know what it is

[chorus]

- g r a m z

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