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jab47 - reflections كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
black gold
you know!

[verse]
give me one reason i should stop
give me one reason i should not
tell me why the demons wanna see me on top?
why the lord tell me watch out for the cops?
some other kid hold [?] n-gg-
your brother’s kid too
always wanna be a little thug n-gg-
why the f-ck you could never show them the right thing to do?
the f-ck you gotta prove n-gg-?
who the f-ck cares about you n-gg-?
put on for this little f-cking show in your head
i hope he don’t believe this sh-t is true n-gg-
materialistic and x b-tches don’t matter when you tripping
but when you sitting that [?] boy i hope that spliff be hitting
when you’re a light-bearer you’re no better
pitch-black out, still no sweater
too cold boy, i don’t sweat it
these n-gg-s faker than most of ’em
too young i guess i don’t get it
lost so many n-gg- i’m lightheaded
like why the f-ck i’m still here?
who the f-ck deserves some credit?
young n-gg-, sole soul survivor
still riding, so rotten
from the rotten apple
look what with they provide him
kidless scriptures, so exotic
lebanese, i gotta bomb it
young mexican i got the chronic
my synapse is top five
before alcoholic is diagnostic
lost to myself i ain’t even hit wealth
no i [?] for the belt, f-ck my health
headed to the top with no desire for the flop
man flip a couple bs and these n-gg-s get dropped
started outshining, now they wanna box
i took every shot and no i didn’t miss
my b-tch wanna dip back to pimping i guess
i changing sh-t even when liquor ain’t it
i ain’t gon’ trip, rather take a vacation
count all my dollars ’til it all make since
retrace my steps, see where i went
wrong, singing the same d-mn song
tryna get this a’ight ’til the pain all gone
tryna get it rained so i trap through the storm
tryna come home like “look mom i’m grown
here’s a couple racks and you know where that from”
if not illegal, down for the people
if i’m too lethal, down for the sequel
you take up sp-ce, i’m bound to delete you
homies is like gl-ss, n-gg-s straight see through
lean with [?], just keep it real yo
f-ck emotion, that’s how i feel though
you don’t like it, listen to my ears hoe
always got the push never needed a hero
shout to the bottles, always keep bottled up
shouting to the homies that kept one tucked
looking at these strings like hope y’all duck
it’s a cold, cold world when you not bundled up
rep my set like i’m in the gym, no sweat
’til my death i regret no step
fear no man but i learned to respect
a n-gg- still breathing so i say “god bless” like yeah

[outro]
a n-gg- still breathing “god bless”
f-ck that sh-t, i don’t need no strap
n-gg- off the top put it all on the rest
like f-ck, i don’t care about these b-tches
no i put on for my n-gg-s f-ck these b-tches
no i ain’t really worried man aw f-ck these b-tches man

- jab47

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