| Child of the trenches, I’m a gang member
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| VVS, frostbites on the chain, nigga
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| Walk up on him, introduce the K nigga
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| Like a blood where I’m from, what he say, nigga?
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| I sold onions at the market with my Tre niggas
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| And respect the dope fiends, I used to stay with him
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| You know the usalama on 'em, gotta stay with him
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| Knock ya stupid ass down, try to play with him
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| My niggas in the streets, really out the trenches
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| We up and poppin' niggas, fuck the opposition
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| We up and poppin' niggas, fuck the opposition
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| Leave your facials half full, very optimistic
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| I’m not listening, rock glistening
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| Ask yo bitch about the Mozzy, we the top niggas
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| We poppin' up at all these shows just to pop niggas
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| I don’t adopt, niggas, you are not squad, nigga
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| And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch
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| Work two jobs and get taxes
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| Bought a new Glock, hold 30, like a plasma
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| All she want is two things, back shots and back rubs
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| And oh I, oh I
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| I’m that nigga that’ll do that
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| And oh I can’t lie, love the way that you move that
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| You know, know I
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| Get that check and move through that
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| Got one clip, two clips, niggas know I can shoot that stick
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| MCM backpack, lil nigga back back
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| Fuck where there ass at, bitch, where that cash at?
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| Ride when we smoking, lil dope, we don’t mash that
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| Any sucker nigga sliding through getting clapped out
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| House lick, we running through that bitch like it’s fast track
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| Remember all them days I was broke, but I’m past that
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| Get the job done when I’m busting, I don’t backtrack
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| Hit his Glock with them chops out like it’s Baghdad
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| Shooter like Mad Max, leave a nigga stretched out
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| All headshots dumb nigga, put that vest down
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| Beat the pussy up like a young nigga fresh out
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| Thugging with them TEC’s out, I’ll bring them jets out
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| Niggas up on the kid, I’ll bust a nigga head
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| Seven point six twos knockin' off a nigga’s dreads
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| Money on my mind, all I think about bread
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| And tell your bitch get off my dick, she keeps tryna give me head
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| A bunch of young niggas sick with it like 40
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| 350 Yeezy Boosts, nigga these ain’t Roshes
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| On my bag flow, I’m tryna bust down a Rollie
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| My son, mom everything, I treat 'em like a trophy
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| Pour two fours of that that yellow, no Kobe
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| Got OG’s that’ll still shoot like Ginobili
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| A band for my coat like I live where the snow be
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| Bitch I’m from the Crest where shit gets funky, nigga
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| And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch
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| Work two jobs and get taxes
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| Bought a new Glock, hold 30, like a plasma
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| All she want is two things, back shots and back rubs
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| And oh I, oh I
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| I’m that nigga that’ll do that
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| And oh I can’t lie, love the way that you move that
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| You know, know I
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| Get that check and move through that
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| Got one clip, two clips, niggas know I keep two straps
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| And that’s why, I’m so anti, anti
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| Can’t trust these bitches, no cannot, cannot, oh
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| And I, and I
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| Always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no
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| You fuckin' with a savage
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| Still remember days I ain’t have shit
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| Everything designer, I don’t match it
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| A band and ten cents for these shoes if you taxing
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| You ain’t fuckin' with a boss nigga
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| Don’t touch, don’t ask how much this cost nigga
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| Just know I, know I
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| Got tints so dark can’t see no eyes, both eyes
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| And that’s why, I’m so anti, anti
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| Can’t trust these bitches, no cannot, cannot, oh
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| And I, and I
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| Always keep some shooters on standby, standby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anti Freestyle , by - Mozzy. Song from the album Fake Famous, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп