| Where I’m from people look down on you if you got a dream
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| Sacrificed it all, 'cuz workin' a job was not my thing
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| It was in my prophecy to fail, these devils will pop a blood vessel when they
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| thought of me livin' well
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| Now, I wanna make sure they see this shit when I explode
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| These niggas don’t know what it takes to survive the road
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| That’s why I show appreciation every night at shows
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| 'Cuz last year I was still sleepin' with mice and mold
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| When it comes to my dues I overpaid, got bit by snakes, you could see the scars
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| from the Cobra fangs
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| Only real niggas know the pain
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| Till you look in your daughter’s eyes and your brains feel no restrains
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| I told her 'Daddy gonna make it happen no matter what"
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| And now I’m flossin', 'cuz when I talk it, I back it up
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| These niggas jealous, they feet ain’t movin' fast enough
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| They don’t remember when I was broke before I had a buzz
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| (Chorus: Crowda)
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| My homicidal thoughts could turn to real life
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| I’ll snap, open my eyes and do your ass trife
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| You can catch me in the graveyard
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| With a shovel machete strapped to the tee about to slay ya’ll
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| Ay, ay, I might commit a murder
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| Ay, ay, I might commit a murder tonight
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| Ay, ay, I might commit a murder
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| Ay, ay, I might commit a murder tonight
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| (Verse 2: G-Mo Skee)
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| This for the teacher who told me I wasn’t gifted
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| This is for that bitch, Ms. Horodovitch to be specific (Bitch!)
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| This is for my ex-manager, I’m here bruh
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| I heard you went and fucked a couple niggas careers up
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| In all the music I love to jam
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| I couldn’t relate as a kid, but now I finally understand
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| I guess I had to become a man
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| These niggas used to help you now they turn their back, they want a couple grand
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| Man, fuck you, you used to be somebody I looked up to
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| But everything you said to me was untrue
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| Why everybody dyin' to be in my situation?
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| They always hated me but they knew I was gettin' places
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| I remember when they laughed in my face
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| Now they act like I’m the dopest rapper to rap in the Bay
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| It’s funny how all of a sudden your status can change
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| And punk mothafuckas never look at you the same
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| (Chorus: Crowda)
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| My homicidal thoughts could turn to real life
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| I’ll snap, open my eyes and do your ass trife
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| You can catch me in the graveyard
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| With a shovel machete strapped to the tee about to slay ya’ll
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| Ay, ay, I might commit a murder
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| Ay, ay, I might commit a murder tonight
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| Ay, ay, I might commit a murder
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| Ay, ay, I might commit a murder tonight
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| (Verse 3: G-Mo Skee)
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| Yeah
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| Now, I make sure my missiles launch properly, bombs drop constantly
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| Bitch niggas hated, created a monstrosity
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| I’m passin' out colostomy bags in large quantities
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| You gotta be fuckin' Hellen Keller, you’re not watchin' me
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| I was right, you was wrong, it’s becomin' clear
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| All those times niggas wouldn’t listen to my ideas
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| Dropped outta college and they thought I was a burn-out
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| Now every verse on every album, niggas getting cursed out
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| Boy I told you I would make it one day with this
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| Spit the sickest verse on planet earth and make 'em flip
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| I’m slayin' shit and I don’t care if you take offense
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| I’mma live it, I done witnessed niggas die chasin' it
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| Rest in peace Steady P, rest in peace Protocol, rest in peace Cannibal,
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| this something I wrote for ya’ll
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| I’m still holdin' you niggas down and I’m goin' strong
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| I’mma put it on for my underdogs, yeah
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| (Chorus: Crowda)
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| My homicidal thoughts could turn to real life
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| I’ll snap, open my eyes and do your ass trife
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| You can catch me in the graveyard
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| With a shovel machete strapped to the tee about to slay ya’ll
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| Ay, ay, I might commit a murder
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| Ay, ay, I might commit a murder tonight
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| Ay, ay, I might commit a murder
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| Ay, ay, I might commit a murder tonight
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| (Skit: G-mo Skee & Brian)
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| Yo, that shit is grimy man, I’m feelin' to get the fuck up outta here.
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| I can’t take this shit no more
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| Now hold on bruh
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| No, fuck you! |
| I’m getting the fuck up outta here
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| Wait bro, you don’t even know where you goin'!
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| Fuckin' crazy, gotta get the fuck outta here
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| Hold up! |
| Don’t go in there bruh!
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| I’mma cut through here… (screams)
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| Yo, what the fuck?! |
| The fuck is this?
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| I told ya’ll not to touch shit! |
| You done fucked up now Brian!
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| What the fuck is this?
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| You done opened the door to my darkest imagination! |
| Take this. |
| You in the front
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| seat now nigga!
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| I don’t wanna kill anybody
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| YOU opened the door. |
| Now YOU gotta kill somebody nigga. |
| Take it!
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| Ok, ok |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghost Town , by - G-Mo Skee. Song from the album Chaly & The Filth Factory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп