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little torment - lab smoke كلمات أغنية

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free my hittas doing rec time and stuck on the house block
used to be thirty for a brizzy, can’t believe how the price dropped
ask me if it feels real, yeah, i say “kind of”
i came home and got to work and i ain’t taken no time off
there was no one else, just my little cuzzo that’s at the gate
had to go probation quick, get fresh and then activate
you know sh_t’s getting done, but me and them, we don’t speak though
cah the way they got folks and them, it looks just like a rico
she’s useless if i can’t put a brick in her trunk
shawty mad as h_ll, she only got to suck my d_ck once
i miss my n_gga rex, he taught me how to cook in the rex
he introduced me to this game and it only took me a sec
till i had the plugs all throwing work and them hittas out on the lurk
i was a kid when they put cousin kirk on the shirts
i got no advice when n_ggas say they wanna start rapping
i feel like if i could go back, i woulda stuck it out trapping
i woulda stayed outside all winter, all summer
and never got a runner, never wrote a rhyme and saved every oner
bro living dark, he will never stop sliding
he could die or go to jail but he don’t never stop smiling
i check for all my young demons cah they still on the streets
and i ain’t even left the kitchen yet, i’m still in the heat
there’s only couple times i hand out till i feel he’s a leech
i get you whacked before i get back, boy, i’m still on the beach
and since i got a little bread, i got fewer friends
i get the latest news from ukl or urn
healthy tunecore payments, i’m getting used to them
i’m finna cop some new bines and share with the shooter dem
sh_t, i owe this to myself, it’s a personal get_back
i’ve been working, i’m tired like a person with jet_lag
i spent my teens outside like your boy was homeless
now i’m in the back, smoking cali with the owners
semi nine bine flinger, big flake trapper
in my team, star boy like bukayo saka
that boy’s a demon ’cause he grew up without no father
type of sh_t i seen would make you take your shahada
them bullets make you jump like the floor’s lava
yo, in the gaza, there’s way too much palaver
to protect myself, there’s some feelings that i gotta harbour
i lost my head once over a b_tch and smoked the barber
if a n_gga breaks my daughter’s heart, i know it’s karma
but then, i’ma be outside with the llama
hope he got some body armour
or he’s gonna need big pharma for the trauma

- little torment

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