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jid – killers كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
i’m with a bunch of stupid n_ggas, did i stutter?
i don’t speak before i think so i means every letter
lil’ rat n_gga was hiding in the gutter
couldn’t find where he was at so we f_cked up his brother
someone must suffer for somethin’ dumb
this summer the sun bring out buns, the guns ring out funds
the feds the fuzz, shooting up the f_cking club
bunch a young n_ggas, sh_t
so to be or not to be a n_gga?
try to rise above the f_ck sh_t
i don’t know cause they could pull up at my door
talk coals and can’t call it dog holes
i don’t show hands lohan’s held
my land see more bands, my prayers answered
idle time is the place the devil dancing dark knight
f_ck a batman i’m gatman but robbin’ on sight
for a sack you could get sacrificed
but that’s some bad advice

[break]
christo
ahh sh_t!

[verse 2]
skrap it tight into your seat and take a trip with j.i.d
better get yo ass up off yo ass
i told yo ass “it’s time to eat!”
clean the bag and pack the bags, roll the weed
take a shot cause i can’t drink
because i’m driving trippin’ through my mind
had some time to think about the time
blurred vision couldn’t see the sign and beneath the lies
and from my youth i’ve seen the truth will come and demonize
realize that everybody blind but tryna lead the blind
eyes on god gathering minds til’ we redefine
reminded refine wood plottin’ formaldehyde
gentrifying my hood my juug tryna galvanize, good!
my mama got this sh_t up out the mud
my sister had the baby with the plug
my pops was in the 80’s off the drugs with a .38 slug
maybe yo daddy push the pack and had the strap in yo hood
my family black as f_ck and black is love
i’ve been back to black it ain’t no good for me
but better than it could be, i’m stupid as f_ck
but all my n_ggas stupider
my shooter could pull out a ruger for your arugula
irregular triggering thoughts
out the blue, red lights on fl!ckering off
check the mirror and move! gun shots just a spiritual tune
on some nights n_ggas is bored they ain’t got nothin’ to do
no opportunity community centers for after school, you can cool that
f_ck it they goonin’, grab a tool my n_gga move that
f_ck is you doin’ let him cook it on the spoon, now he spoon_fed
dope fiends howling at the moon from ballon bags

- jid

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