| I don’t know
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| Like no matter how serious I try to be nobody will take me serious, fuck
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| I’m talking about some real life shit, you know?
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| Just goes over they shoulder, out their ear
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| Yo
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| We had two choices growing up
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| It was sell drugs and sell rhymes
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| Now my niggas either do shows or doing cell time
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| Now they record the feds recording the phone line
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| Now they in debt, been tryna get it for a long time
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| We in pressure, we been focused with the wrong minds
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| Time to do better nigga, I’m telling you better nigga
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| Supreme being, god body in the Jeep leaning
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| We leaning, the plastic cup keep dreaming
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| Chief Keefing on the master dutch weed seatless
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| Watermelon when I’m ashing out the green beamer
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| In the nose police passing out weak reefer
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| In my twitter box laughing, what’s a cheap feature
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| In my cleats getting nas' under three bleachers
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| After school pal driving the PE teacher
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| While driving down the I5 swerving in the Audi dawg
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| Niggas caught me kamikaze car
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| What you hear is not for rhymes
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| All of my niggas tryna coincide
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| What you hear is not a lie
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| All of my people just wanna thrive
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| What you hear ain’t compromise
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| All of my homies tryna stay alive
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| What you hear is not for rhymes
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| All of my niggas tryna coincide
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| Yeah
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| Wild African mane
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| South’s African, won’t even bother passing the flame cuz y’all average
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| I don’t wanna hit that weak ass backwoods you passing
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| If it ain’t about to make me gas it’s not happening
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| The most blunted
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| Come test me, none wanted
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| He can test something HS pumping, catch your breath youngin'
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| Walk around holding an onion nigga bet something
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| I can get the whole place jumping with one breath puffing
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| This go out to all my niggas who ain’t make bail
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| Doing time for a crime cuz they ain’t tell
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| This go out to all my people chasing welfare
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| Know that struggle is a bitch, nigga hell yeah
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| This go out to anybody still dream chasing
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| All the real niggas gone, now the streets vacant
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| This go out to anybody facing hard times
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| Only thing I have to offer are these hard rhymes
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| This go out to all my brothers facing long bits
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| And sisters who got brothers being far less to the —
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| You know
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| This go out to the metal Doom for the inspiration
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| All of this is just a figment of imagination
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| What you hear is not for rhymes
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| All of my niggas tryna coincide
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| What you hear is not a lie
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| All of my people just wanna thrive
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| What you hear ain’t compromise
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| All of my homies tryna stay alive
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| What you hear is not for rhymes
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| All of my niggas tryna coincide
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| Yo, yo yo yo
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| What is this, what is this bro
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| This shit is creepy and, and-and-and sad and shit
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| Can-can you put One Piece on bro?
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| Thank you
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| Wait, time out
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| Who is this nigga in the bag? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stay Alive, artist - Chuuwee. Album song The Tip Of A Tab (PO+), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп