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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraBack On My Feet
Drum Dummie made the beat and I'm gon' kill itThat-that, that-that jump up right there? That's that shit?Uh, you know, yeah, yeahI just jump straight on and talk that shit, manHold that cutter for meLookI'ma hustler, 'fore I'm broke, I'ma make a wayI told 'em things different from up in '16that was back up in the dayNow you already know anyway this shit goshoot it out on the interstateTryna swerve 'em off the road, talkin': Grrah, pussy niggaGrrah, 'til the metal breakWhy they soldier hate?They gon' make me wanna come and pluck 'em downWanna get my fair shakeHead out of town, she a machinemake it back, that girl couldn't do her hair lateYou know 10? That's my lil' brohad to tell 'em stay up from under that hoYou know that that bitch know dirt on my hoand my ho know dirt on that nasty hoThey got another chick that be with 'emhad a baby 'fore a opp, I like her on the lowShe got her body done, now she want her body doneI'll split on 'em bothI got all the killers and real niggasand trill bitches with me, you know?These rap niggas knowthat I'm dangerous and I know most some of them niggas hoesI know ya heard how they block my songswhen them people tried to send me up the roadCould've sworn this ho was gettin' fuckedwhen I called her phone, bitchI know that she dogged me to her friendsbut lowkey still don't leave me 'loneMy girl probably wouldn't even let the bitch inside our home(Probably wouldn't even let her in this bitch)All y'all see, I'ma get back up on my feet(back up on my feet)I had to find peace, I lost my thugnow I can't sleep (now I can't sleep)I want beef, get your shitbust inside the streets (inside the streets)Life of a G, I don't need you to pray for me (pray for me)Rap niggas over and I saidthey all gettin' slumped over (gettin' slumped over)Last man standin', bang 'til it's over'cause I'm a soldier ('cause I'm a soldier)I won't think twice to kill your ass'cause I don't know ya ('cause I don't know ya)Gotta run this shit, can't stop, I think it's turnin' overGotta top this shit from turnin' overI keep my clique from sellin' yolaGotta keep my dog from off that boybefore I found him sleep, slumped overGotta UberEat my bitch and caterfrom house arrest, I'm bossanovaWan' protect, I'm the reasonthey ain't bought 'em yet, 'cause bitch I know yaYou a messy gossipin' ass bitch and you might fuck me overBitch, I flex that guap, got lots of itI turn that nigga ho upThink they know us, gotta show ustalk that shit, we shoot your show upAim like Jonesy, feel like Rodthink he a big nigga like he judgeTell 'em keep cross phones, better keep your rodI had it hard, go 'round the cornercouldn't get it on inside the yardYou think we masked up for Coronahow we ski'd up for that boyRun up on me, you think it's sweetand I'm gon' send yo ass to GodWrath and revenge of YoungBoyAll y'all see, I'ma get back up on my feet(back up on my feet)I had to find peace, I lost my thugnow I can't sleep (now I can't sleep)I want beef, get your shit bustinside the streets (inside the streets)Life of a G, I don't need you to pray for me (pray for me)Rap niggas over and I saidthey all gettin' slumped over (gettin' slumped over)Last man standin', bang 'til it's over'cause I'm a soldier ('cause I'm a soldier)I won't think twice to kill your ass'cause I don't know ya ('cause I don't know ya)Gotta run this shit, can't stopI think it's turnin' over (it's turnin' over)Think that shit done turnin' over
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