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tiny boost - hunger games ep 2 (freestyle) lyrics

[verse]
straight rider, n_gga, ain’t no denying it
don’t brag about that mash you bought if you ain’t fired it
and i don’t wanna hear your story, i ain’t buying it
one phone call, i’ll bring them k!llers out retirement
’cause i’m still where the gangsters and the crooks be
i wasn’t tryna be a driller but they pushed me
these n_ggas gonna say they ain’t rats but they could be
so when they come around, i’m on mute, that’s how it should be
the truth is they don’t know what it took me to build my name so solid
i don’t rate their raps still, i gotta be so honest
hard knock life and death’s the only thing that’s promised
and i ain’t the type to get finessed out my pockets
and let a b_tch trade in her p_ssy for my profits
like i ain’t get out there and grind for mine
i was starving, i swear i coulda cried at times
and then my tears got wiped by a nine of light
and scared money don’t make none, it’s fight or flight
these n_ggas only in the field when it was five_a_side
but kicking ball ain’t gon’ get you my kinda stripes
fam, you gotta be a soldier
you can’t miss on the hit, likkle boy, you gotta step a little closer
you either shed blood or you gon’ be a blood donor
roll n_ggas up because i hate being sober
no, this ain’t no persona, really i’m a savage and a vulture
you can catch me sitting as a loner
four cornered rooms, staring at my revolver
high roller, fly motors, live motions
can’t cry no n_gga that died with his eyes open
’cause he probably deserved it
the lord knows i ain’t perfect
i’ve robbed phones, i’ve never sn_tched purses
’cause i was dirty, hungry and thirsty
bro got his verdict and he left with a thirty
get this money right then we gon’ get him home early
’cause i ain’t tryna leave my bruddas behind
free the shooter, free the brudda that drives
cah it takes two to tango and i don’t do rambo’s
need suttin with a big clip and it’s hanging out the handle
sh_t get funky, is you really gonna bang doe?
i made the show, i could never get cancelled
you ain’t a shotta fam, you move more dangles
you was in school, you was running with the randall’s
i was in school, i was running up a bankroll
blowing money faster than kash doll
tryna get a cash flow from crack sold
and on that note, i’m still getting cheese like it’s dripping off a nacho
how you take her novikov and get no front?
she give it to me after one plate of nando’s
no hotel, just a bando, you d_mn ho
don’t get in your feelings, my bad bro
but truth is, i’ve been in my bag bro
it’s either that or it’s just suttin in my backstroke, no teedra
i’m just a g from the back road where it’s grimy at
south east, 1_5 till i die, you know exactly where to find me at

- tiny boost

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