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promonant – 1942 كلمات اغاني

i do what i want and they don’t like that yea. went back to the hood and got my stash right yea. my b_tch left me and i cannot accept that yea. my cousin got released and then went right back yea

these brand new don’t step on my deposits. i’m collecting all this knowledge they don’t like how i talk back yea. cop 3 bands and got my own apartment. i lost everything i wanted all alone and it cost me yea. cash app me if you need you a session. imma f_ck her if she tell me. yea i love it when she fight back yea. stacking all my m’s i got potential. hennesy i’m steady sippin yea i’m on and i’m off that

cooler than a fan, fresh like it’s easter. homie ion even want ya b_tch she a eater. she say that she love me, i do not believe her. if she bout her hustle like me then that b_tch a keeper. take a l had several. i ain’t ever going back. love a b_tch me never. been there, done that. got smoked, did crack, been laughed at, and got beat down. wasn’t for this music man i probably wouldn’t even be around. this sh_t is serious i lost my father bout a year ago. my family fell apart and now my cousin let that nina blow. almost lost my life and i’m fighting to gain my conscious. sipping on that dirty sh_t just to bury away my problems. you know what i rep southside of the east. turn around my block, getting raiding by the police. it ain’t even safe when these crackers gone build a case. either that or you get shot or get sprayed with maze in the face. you ain’t bout that life i suggest you stay in ya place. cause it’s k!llas in the villa that’s ready to take ya place. to hang around my city keep that 30 round ya waist. do yo dirt all by ya lonely make sure you dont leave a trace. my cousin coming home next year i hope he listens. half them n_ggas claim they yo homies looking like snitches. thought you was man in the city thats how you living. now that bs that you did last year done caught up witcha. told you long time before they put them cuffs on ya. why you had to go and put your f_cking trust on em. now you sitting there witcha back against the air. and ya b_tch overseas letting n_ggas f_ck on her

diamonds on my wrist, 30 round my neck. all these n_ggas flexing can’t even afford a pet. rappers that you think getting money really in debt. and them n_ggas that you think really solid really a rat. but that’s another story, just let em get the glory. i seen the fake and the f_ckery and it’s all corny. don’t let em knock off your hustle go and get the money. cause when you dead and you gone then it won’t be nothing for you. laying in the grave til ya face turn to dust. same people that you hate at ya funeral say it’s love. count up all these blessings i could never get enough. put this microphone to test when i’m rapping in god we trust, uh

- promonant

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