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sj (1093ent) – ill-disposed gospel كلمات اغاني

i’ll show you b-tch made, disloyal n-ggas how to ball
it’s the jastast and i’m comin rugged and raw
from the eastside, sharonline, ytown’s where i reside
but you know, homie got his eyes on the westside
you wanna talk about grown sh-t, i did it
you wanna talk about real life, i’ve lived it
i been in the worst conditions and the grimiest positions
and i’m out on top, all you m-th-f-ckas can get it
you wanna know what sets me off? a f-ck boy on a mission
wishin for me, to give in to this stressful livin’
them kats who once called you ‘homie’ but they f-ckin with ya ex
suckin’ on the nips of her br–sts
tryna be a captain save-a-hoe, oh? fasho, homie
wine and dine her while i lay low, and get my money
and when she’s sick of bein’ chased, she’ll be back with the dogg
hit her with the “pump pump” make her legs shake

ill-disposed gospel, people ask why i’m so hostile
ill-disposed gospel, people ask why i’m so hostile
ill-disposed gospel, people ask why i’m so hostile
ill-disposed gospel, people ask why i’m so hostile

y’all refute it, but this real music sh-t, i do it
been on it for a decade, and people love my music
not to brag, but chicks around the globe know about the flow
waitin’ for ya boy to blow, so they can blow, like a trumpet
i remember when you pr-cks ain’t give a sh-t
talkin behind my back, prayin’ that i would quit
i didn’t listen, even when my bank account was dwindlin’
i stuck it out, and my lifestyle has risen
gotta thank my lil cali girl
wouldn’t have made it through them months without ya girl
and even though thangs ain’t the same
i still got ya back like ya had mine when things were insane
simple and plain, i made my own lane to elevate
halfa you lames can’t even levitate, uh
don’t give a sh-t about being in the conversation, i’m winning
in a global mindset, it’s the whole world i’m gettin’

i ain’t been the same since i got shot, the aggression is back
and i ain’t takin bullsh-t, homie, not one ounce of it
some college b-tches from the burbs
talkin’ ‘bout i shot myself to get better with words
b-tch you crazy!? what’chu know about hood sh-t?
i’ll get my sis to beat you up this block, what’s good, b-tch!?
you don’t know the emotional trauma gettin’ shot by ya father
protectin’ ya lil brother ‘casue he was steady bawlin’
man he 3! you ain’t got a sense of family?
you’re like my b-tch -ss father, come and see me
if you froggy, oh, and daddy dearest, i hope you hear this
ya better not come back in my direction or i fear it’ll
be a long way down! oh, big and bad
hope you rottin’ in that cell, hope it gives you a living h-ll
oh that dish was cold, g
for the times you’ve survived hurtin’ people, pay the piper, b
for real

- sj 1093ent

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