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the game, big hit & dom kennedy – crisis كلمات اغاني

[intro: big hit]
(jansport j)
it’s a struggle, my n_gga
(hit_boy)

[verse 1: dom kennedy]
i don’t do much but stack chips and write hits
get streamed by your b_tch
put smoke in the sky
bumpin’ do or die
i run the enterprise
wagyu with the fries, champagne on the side
i’m rubbin’ on her thigh, i forgot how we met
if we did do a scene, it’d be ratеd triple x
i like mary j. blige, gеtting a great massage
it cost a few hundred if you wanna see me live
every time i see a car lot, i go inside
it’s crazy that i got my own label like clyde
it’s crazy that i got my own label like ja
you know i had a life before you, girl, why you cryin’?
[chorus: big hit, dom kennedy, big hit & dom kennedy]
how can you believe in christ in a crisis? (yeah)
how can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless?
i finally seen the light
on that five point seven, when i squeezed that night
i heard the words from my reverend

[verse 2: big hit]
i don’t do much, the kid just layin’ in the cut
ain’t no love lost, you see me with the thang clutched
n_gga try to catch up, where i’m goin’, ain’t no fun
where you goin’ ain’t no guns, ain’t no hatin’, ain’t no lovin’, ain’t no zaza
no hennesy, no blood, crips, no enemies
my frenemies act finicky, on l gang, i’m went in, g
hit_boy and big hit, yup, we in this b_tch
you addicted to that real hip_hop, come get your fix
he grew up in bull spittin’, i grew up in hard phrases
gut clenchin’, heart wrenchin’, burnt out on blood spillin’
stay on the mission, what the f_ck i got to live for?
huh, i guess the same sh_t that i k!ll for

[chorus: big hit, dom kennedy, big hit & dom kennedy]
how can you believe in christ in a crisis? (yeah)
how can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless?
i finally seen the light
on that five point seven, when i squeezed that night
i heard the words from my reverend
[verse 3: the game]
i don’t do much but yank the 911 clutch
feel like i’m above the law, word to my n_gga big hutch
i don’t do much but f_ck b_tches you can’t touch
the ones who p_ssy so good, you let ’em leave hair in your brush, uh
pour some don with my n_gga dom
like big hit’s last bid, sh_t, it done been some time
let the daytona spin like the shrooms
that a bunch of bad b_tches took in a overcrowded room
i don’t do much but smoke gelato
shiesty on like i’m hidin’ from my family and just won the lotto
heard cardi single, i might slide, full throttle
if she never see it, f_ck her, the n_gga really wanted latto
live my life on the edge, broken bottles
draco leanin’ on the wall like i’m from southside chicago
but i’m just a compton n_gga with a attitude
rappin’ over my sixtieth hit beat, that’s nip’s gratitude

[outro: big hit]
yeah, big hit, dom kennedy, the game, n_gga
hit_boy on the beat, k!llin’ sh_t as always, haha

- the game big hit dom kennedy

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