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nj amir – walked out on me كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
how the hood supposed ta stay fresh we ain’t got no detergent
all these on flowers on block scented, smell it thru the curtain
but can’t cover the smell of death with his blood stained on the curb
12 won’t understand we grieving so do not disturb
so its, really like f_ck 12, i started counting at three
we ain’t all living well, money don’t grow on trees
dreams, like nfl but we been missed the window
i need prayers like everyday not only on domingo
i was, browsing through the hood and they said shoes don’t fly
telеphone lines with laces dеcorating the sky
cops and robbers on peter pan n_ggas don’t play pretend
n_ggas hiding in the trash like n_gga where u been
i ain’t, seen em in year and i ain’t seen em again
seen em staying in the streets i guess harder within
n_ggas, drowning everyday let that sh_t sink in
n_ggas, dying with angel wings get labeled demons

[chorus]
count up all them times they walked out on me
too many day ones switched up on me d_mn in foreign ta solids
like the b_tch ain’t got no faith in me she tracking the mileage
they can’t get up out the hood, went back to take out the blockage
count up all them times they walked out on me
too many day ones switched up on me d_mn in foreign ta solids
like the b_tch ain’t got no faith in me she tracking the mileage
they can’t get up out the hood, went back to take out the blockage
count up all them times they walked out on me
too many day ones switched up on me d_mn in foreign ta solids
like the b_tch ain’t got no faith in me she tracking the mileage
they can’t get up out the hood, went back to take out the blockage
count up all them times they walked out on me

[verse 2]
lil homie said he look up to me, don’t say that, i don’t wanna look down on you
spit ya soul in the booth, they gon start wishing they ain’t clown on you
said you wasn’t sh_t till you was the sh_t and came around to you
ain’t grew up out the pot, you ain’t had nothing watered down to you
ever since a kid you know i’ve been flying kites, and dem k!llings still ain’t quit
they told us for change we gotta hang tight, like we ain’t been thru dat sh_t
bullets holes decorate the shirt, big homie died in dat yeezy fit
lil bro couldn’t say the rain right, he died under dat wheezy spit
d_mn, he a victim of the struggle he gon get it in
he ain’t catch no op up in his pack, he finna spin again
a hunnid thousand dollars on his back, he gave his partna ten
gave the rest ta the hood, i’m write your story, he ended in the pin

- nj amir

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