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jayy grams - hood tales كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
i wish things ain’t have to go like that
i ain’t know dead bodies hit the floor like that
everyday i stray away from an extra worry
that’s just another reason i should stress this story

[verse1]
i stay on it, eyes open cause death strong
i’m like a mixture of steve urkle and stephon
i press cons but use my brain as a weapon
but sometimes that sh_t be impossible
cross the street and they stopping you, what’s yo name n_gga ?
i hittem to show em i’m loc, not a gang member
remain bitter in sleep hit my mans ova east
need a strand of the leaf
i just handled some beef
he tell me say less just wait for the text
and if the dude be actin’ senile
grams in ya room like the fan blew the weed round
it’s after 3 now, got back from a pub brawlin’
is what he texted me, then he snapped and started calling
yo ima little bit belligerent, but something bout that incident
is not merely coincidence, my little cuzzin nicholas got frickin’ whipped and played like : “yo a punk yo”
don’t know if it was you but we can see over this blunt woe

[hook]
i wish things ain’t have to go like that
i ain’t know dead bodies hit the floor like that
everyday i stray away from an extra worry
that’s just another reason i should stress this story
i wish things ain’t have to go like that
i ain’t know dead bodies hit the floor like that
everyday i stray away from an extra worry
that’s just another reason i should stress this story

[verse 2]
i try to stay calm, i know dude a know murder
but i ain’t get in sh_t wait the n_gga that pressed me earlier
f_ck, to gave that fibber a snuff, but b_tch i’m draggin’ my nuts
ain’t turning down on no blunt, i get a pass for the bus
so i can go over the east side and get sh_t poppin’
like we cookin’ up some deep fry
peep guys foxing steady, watching as i get off the stop
and seen the n_gga i was fighting and his mans up the block
cablam is a pop, it grazed me in my lung tho
ain’t know what i was packing till they heard the freakin’ drum roll
running round, waving one, looking like mutumbo
got two bullets in me only got one, soul ready grimey
i blacked out, tryna k!ll em up in record timing
seen the plug and the dude i fought and i recognized em
keep it professional , i hit em with the nice glare
and aired they ass out right here, yea

- jayy grams

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