| Police lock us up because they don’t understand the way we live
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| Interrogating us all for hours, we ain’t telling what we did
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| I was way up in New York when they broke in Montana crib
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| Somebody told them we was gone, yeah, I know what it is
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| Some nigga 'round me tryna snake me, probably trying to get me killed
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| Shooters trilling on my real nigga, this the way we live
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| Seem like they started hating when they heard I got a deal
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| Momma told me that my cousin died, I ain’t shed a tear
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| If it wasn’t for Montana, I’d have juvenile life
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| Shackled down in Paris prison, I was fightin' for my life
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| Smoking weed and toting guns with Lil Ben every night
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| Now the judge don’t want me 'round him, I know it’s gon be alright
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| Step on a nigga for that talkin'
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| Now the police buildin' cases on me
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| They know we bout it
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| If you a gangsta keep that shit in the streets
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| Strapped with that forty, I heard a nigga want it with me
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| I’ll put a nigga straight to sleep, he think he fuckin' with me
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| They say that they want smoke
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| Where them poles?
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| We gon' ride nigga
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| Steppin' with my bros, right or wrong, you gon' die nigga
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| I put that on my soul, we ain’t hidin' nigga
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| I just wanna know, who got a problem nigga?
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| When my grandma died, made me wonder, who gon' do for me?
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| I don’t trust nobody, make me wonder, who gon' shoot for me?
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| I ain’t got no nigga with me, just my girl and this coupe with me
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| Sincerely from my heart, I’ma tell you 'bout it truthfully
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| I know I’m gon' die, no I do not have that long on earth
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| Swear I need a blessin', man I need to take my ass to church
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| Put your pistol in the sky when you see me passin' in my hearse
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| I really don’t feel love, man I swear to God this shit hurt
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| And I know they gon' cry the same day I go
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| Tell my son, come to my casket and leave me a rose
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| Call on Ben and Three, promise me you’ll never fold
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| Stand on all ten and don’t never put your trust in hoes
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| Woah-oh
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| They don’t understand the way we live, woah-oh
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| They don’t understand the way we live, woah-oh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tampering With Evidence , by - Moneybagg Yo. Song from the album Fed Baby’s, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп