| At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn
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| So I just twist up a sweet
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| Brain tissue stay gettin burned
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| As I cruise up 94, did a robbery night before
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| He thought I was there to purchase 10, but I robbed him for 90 more
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| Now I’m 100 solid, bout to set up shop in Wisconsin
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| Grabbed my phone and chirped my plug in Milwaukee, he just responded
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| Homie told me sex, money and drugs, they rule the earth
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| So get your own, you know them thangs good as gone when they touch the turf
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| Destined to pay for my dirt, the resist of temptation was hard
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| So be a thug from your birth til you face to face with your god
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| And when I’m faced with that moment, I check out chiefin on straight kill
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| Baptized in a lake of fire, so this how hell feel
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| And I ain’t never snitched or took the stand, bitch I’m a gangsta
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| Made nigga, bitch Ima make it at all costs
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| Few of these niggas be testin me, but they resume all false
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| Heard his family wept, with my weaponery blew the wall off
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| Know some Belizian boys that’ll bury you with your balls off
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| Castrated
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| Niggas in yo click cut yo throat just cuz you candy painted
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| Made a little change and they forgot that you barely made it
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| Fuck it, two tears in a bucket of crabs
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| I couldn’t put food in my budget, I was bustin my ass
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| To make a choice to either eat or have money for gas
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| Enough to make you break morals for the love of this cash
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| The devil work and he stay immersed in my idle time
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| When there ain’t shit twerkin, niggas get murked in this life of mine
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| And I took some hits on some niggas, never knew what they did
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| Never considered they momma, they family or they kid
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| Loaded up my sig, got a pint of gin and I took a swig
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| Bout to go knock his ass off the map cuz I’m on my dick
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| I’m a made nigga, bitch Ima make it at all costs
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| If you niggas seen what I saw, you’d roll with a sawed off
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| Heard he utter words of my murder, but it was all talk
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| The killers I know don’t get caught, but I bet they all walk
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| I’m a made nigga, bitch Ima make it at all costs
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| If you niggas seen what I saw, you’d roll with a sawed off
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| Few of these niggas be testin me, but they resume all false
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| This thuggin gon' be the death of me, lord we all lost
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| Tell me what would you do if you were in my shoes?
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| Can you tell me?
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| What would you do if you were in my shoes?
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| Can you tell me?
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| Can you tell me what would you do?
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| What would you do if you were in my shoes?
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| Can you tell me?
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| Tell me what would you do if you were in my shoes? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Barely M.A.D.E. It, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Album song Cold Day In Hell, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп