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hit em up rondo – first night out كلمات اغاني

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real n_gga

real n_gga

real n_gga radio

aye, aye sensei

young n_gga

the difference between you and the rest of these so called street n_ggas

you did your time like a g

stood tall and never fold

the game been waitin’ on you

treat everyday out da cage

like your first day home young n_gga

live while you’re alive

i got status now

got a b_tch in atlanta now

was in the hood at granny house

finna be gettin’ a grammy now

i counted 5 with my gloves on

was on probation residue on that money i had thеm drugs on it

ass fat i rubbed on it

i put that pole in her walkеd up wit that stick like a cane wit a old n_gga

kids in my hood admire me like a legend who said a millionaire n_gga couldn’t be a convicted felon

i moved my family out the hood to double car garage

i keep that glizzy ‘run my city ain’t no need to jog

he out that pump and he ain’t squeeze he pump faked me out

screamin free me out that cell my n_ggas wanna break me out

i’m swaggin like a pretty boy but i’m too g

subzero wit dat .40 make a n_gga freeze

third letter alphabet i c my future now

hear them n_ggas hatin from the bleachers, gotta mute em out

get off my d_ck i’m so true to this (yeah)

i’m so new to this (yeah)

i don’t know who to pick

was in my hood wit no where to go

i know they hear me on the radio rappin a box

now i get paid to blow

i’m so true to this

to be honest i’m so new to this

all the labels callin i don’t know who to pick

was in my hood wit no where to go

i know they hear me on the radio rappin a box now i get paid to blow

i ain’t no slime but i’m a young thug

she like dora but exploring for the wrong love

but i can’t trip about no b_tch cuz that’s now n_ggas fall

i’m 5’7 but i’m tryna stack my money tall

my goal to make it out the hood i’m shootin for the rim

i got some soldiers in my camp rest in peace to slim

trigg crippin but i still might buy em red bottoms

tec just wanted to feed his family but the feds got him

they say i spit just like a prophet but i’m ratchet wit it

can’t do that show without that pole gotta have that ratchet wit me

i love my city but my city like a trap for me

they rootin for the kid i love to hear them clap for me

if you gon listen to my music listen when i speak

like what’s the reason goin to church if you don’t hear him preach

like what’s the reason buyin a lawyer if you finna tell

n_gga i never spoke to tom brady i don’t talk to 12 n_gga no

i’m so true to this (yeah)

i’m so new to this (yeah)

i don’t know who to pick

was in my hood wit no where to go

i know they hear me on the radio rappin a box

now i get paid to blow

i’m so true to this

to be honest i’m so new to this

all these labels callin i don’t know who to pick

was in my hood wit no where to go

now they hear me on the radio rappin a box now i get paid to blow

y’all got me f_cked up n_gga ya hear me

y’all got me f_cked up n_gga, 10 toes down in that jail (fresh out n_gga)

ya hear me n_gga kept my mouth solid on everything n_gga (and we back at it n_gga)

came home n_gga did that time back to that bag back to that studio n_gga

(aye let me hear the whole thang )

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