| Ayy, I know the way that I be livin' ain’t the safest
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| I been out searchin' for your love for so long, I can’t replace it
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| I know you not the same person inside, you two-faced
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| They said you cried, you left him on the road, I can see all the traces
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| I got my back against the rope, I’m feelin' just like Muhammad
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| No cap, I can count the times they said they keep it a hunnid
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| Four traps, they juug and serve but still ain’t got enough money
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| How the fuck I’ma get what I got and I ain’t never had nothin'?
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| He do for people he don’t know, he feel they usin' him
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| He know her feelings not mutual, but still do for her
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| He turned his back on his brother, that’s what they say 'bout him
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| He took them boys out the gutta 'cause they gon' spray 'bout him
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| She had the nerve to bring up Leeky like I don’t do for bro
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| State-to-state, just me and Queezy, Tim, he shoot for bro
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| They called my phone, don’t wanna be bothered in the studio
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| Know she gon' fuck me for some Prada, boy, that ain’t your ho
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| Gang 'nem tweakin' readin' comments I don’t care about
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| I’m just bein' honest, could’ve shot you at Cordarelle house
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| Draco hold a hunnid, one false movement, we gon' air it out
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| He be on some goofy shit, groupie bitch got your whereabouts (Ayy)
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| I know you thought that was your mans until that boy shot ya
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| On Instagram, flexed up with all them bands, don’t make us come and rob ya
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| I really hang with rastas, I really hang with shottas
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| I swear I prayed for better days and now I’m eatin' lobster
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| Get on my broom and fly away, I feel like Harry Potter
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| I grind to get the lawyers paid for my niggas on lock-up
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| My lil' nigga in the grave, should’ve did what I taught him
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| I know the way I live ain’t safe, but fuck it, I’m ballin'
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| I know the way that I be livin' ain’t the safest
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| I been out searchin' for your love for so long, I can’t replace it
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| I know you not the same person inside, you two-faced
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| They said you cried, you left him on the road, I can see all the traces
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| I got my back against the rope, I’m feelin' just like Muhammad
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| No cap, I can count the times they said they keep it a hunnid
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| Four traps, they juug and serve but still ain’t got enough money
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| How the fuck I’ma get what I got and I ain’t never had nothin'?
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| He do for people he don’t know, he feel they usin' him
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| He know her feelings not mutual, but still do for her
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| He turned his back on his brother, that’s what they say 'bout him
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| He took them boys out the gutta 'cause they gon' spray 'bout him (Yeah, yeah)
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| No matter the weather, just keep your pole on (Yeah, yeah)
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| He jump in headfirst for the hood, but they still told on him (Told on him)
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| He only listen to his pops, but he gettin' old on him (Yeah, yeah)
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| He tried to hide the dope from him, but he still scold on him
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| The trenches, that’s just another name for the ghetto (Ghetto)
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| Shootouts, robbed, or gettin' killed, that’s what I’m preparin' for
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| What I rap I don’t say go do, just what I been through
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| Percocet, weed and lean on my mental
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| We not scared, we did what we did
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| Real niggas checkin' and the kids havin' kids
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| They goin' out, wantin' gun laws, but it is what it is (Yeah)
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| Public 'fenders don’t even care, they tryna plead you out your shit
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| Quando, trench baby, one of my favorites
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| Five star hotel with my mmm, I made it
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| I ain’t tryna hear no «Sorry» from you, bitch, save it
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| Just come to Cali with a king, Ant Davis (Ayy, yeah)
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| I know the way that I be livin' ain’t the safest
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| I been out searchin' for your love for so long, I can’t replace it
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| I know you not the same person inside, you two-faced
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| They said you cried, you left him on the road, I can see all the traces
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| I got my back against the rope, I’m feelin' just like Muhammad
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| No cap, I can count the times they said they keep it a hunnid
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| Four traps, they juug and serve but still ain’t got enough money
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| How the fuck I’ma get what I got and I ain’t never had nothin'?
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| He do for people he don’t know, he feel they usin' him
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| He know her feelings not mutual, but still do for her
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| He turned his back on his brother, that’s what they say 'bout him
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| He took them boys out the gutta 'cause they gon' spray 'bout him |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Safest , by - Quando Rondo. Song from the album QPac, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп