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raven’s blood - smoke a sack كلمات الأغنية

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[verse 1]

717, we creeping right up to your house
we got enough ‘nition to take it right down
he acting real, don’t f_ck with him now
i been off the drugs so to me you a clown

hittin’ up this b_tch but she wanna suck d_ck
f_ck the human race rather slap that b_tch
only hit my line if you wanna talk quick

sick of this kid, sick of his “swag” and his self proclaimed “drip”
ha, you got it from me so i switch it up quick
you so full of drugs f_cking twitching and sh_t

i just be smoking now my ass laid back
i just be faded why i can’t record tracks
why the f_ck you think i never made a hunnid racks
can’t put in work when i’m smoking on a sack

[verse 2]

they wanted that crazy sh_t
that sh_t that make me really wanna quit
i do what i want and i love it, b_tch
you do what you can but you faking this
stop trying to act cause we live this sh_t
stop trying to act cause you lame as sh_t
stop trying to act its embarrassing
stop trying to act its offensive b_tch!
cause we really do it and we really grind
mental problems so i’m carrying nines
don’t trust a soul cause they leading you blind
they say true love not easy to find
harder to look when your souls been denied
i just pressed b_tton get ready to die!
die! die! die!

get ready for death
got a machete that cut through your neck
stop all the flexing cause then you’ll be next
stop taking the drugs and count up some checks

[verse 3]

just some advice
study yo’ craft and make it unique
stick to this sh_t and you’ll get off the street
i’m praying for everyone make it at least
i am the richest but i got the least
my mind is a weapon and yours is your piece
pieces of mine blown out on the sheets
f_ck! f_ck! f_ck! (f_ck!)

sick of the lying
sick of this rapping, sick of the track
sick of this life
stopped doing drugs, now i feel alive
you copying me only difference you’ll die
the drugs i was taking i shouldn’t survived
i couldn’t stop my conceited mind
from thinking of all the crying the crying the crying and dying

sick of the lying and blowing up
my homies done really dealt with the drugs
i don’t understand, who wanna be like us?
expression, depression my minds turned dust

i think i feel better but i don’t give a f_ck
my family still looks on the things i have done
there ain’t no apologies you raised me your son
the devil himself and he don’t need a gun
i ain’t scared of dying cause the void will be fun
f_ck everyone and i love you i’m done

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