| Doubt you know a nigga that’s vivid like him
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| Everything that’s under that bridge water, these niggas vikings
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| Turn ya back on a backstabber they twist the knife in
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| Never worth more than that pool of blood
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| That you dripped ya life in, huh
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| Yeah nigga, the shit is frightenin'
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| Quick as lightenin', handguns registered like the fist of Tyson’s
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| Niggas chatter but never budge on these subjects
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| You suspects sendin' those rough threats all in ya tough text
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| So what’s next? |
| How you make niggas bleed on ya Twitter feed?
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| Tuu, nigga please, guess we gon' have to agree to disagree
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| That’s grown man shit, the brougham whip
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| You know Ran sick, I choke 'em with the Conan grip
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| There’s no and ifs or buts, I will choke slam shit
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| I clean 'em up, he seen enough, that’s when the programme switch
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| Beloved, it’s a must that we rise above this
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| We ain’t brothers, but the God that created us gotta love us
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| What you sayin'?
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| Say what you feel, niggas
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| We ain’t just some field niggas
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| Mean what you say playa
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| We don’t play it safe, hater
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| Say what you want about me
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| Y’all people is fuck without me
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| It ain’t nothin'
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| As long as you sayin' somethin'
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| No squad around me
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| I need my space like the stars around me
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| Scar ya bounty
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| I’m just keepin' it cordially 'cause God has found me
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| Hard to doubt me, I used to lock in for them guards to count me
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| Word to Bundles, I’m avengin' his death like I’m Robert Downey
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| Father crown me, I’m born to be king
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| My pain is known, change ya tone
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| I ain’t just spittin' no scene from the Game of Thrones
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| Flame the chrome, see how corners get played in the danger zone
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| This ain’t a poem, I spit it all from my heart that was made of stone
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| Came to roam, that just means I’m talkin' that Greece shit
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| Swerve ya truck on the street shit
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| Burners tucked in ya fleece shit
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| Played it for seven days, but ya album still on some weak shit
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| I never see the vision from niggas who never seen shit
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| Huh, little nigga that’s transparent
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| Posin' pics, hoes with dick, let me talk to that tran’s parents
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| True or false, some niggas get lost on this damn planet
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| Hood niggas stayin' stuck on that stoop 'cause they can’t stand it
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| What you sayin'?
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| Say what you feel, niggas
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| We ain’t just some field niggas
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| Mean what you say playa
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| We don’t play it safe, hater
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| Say what you want about me
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| Y’all people is fuck without me
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| It ain’t nothin'
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| As long as you sayin' somethin'
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| Say what you feel, niggas
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| We ain’t just some field niggas
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| Mean what you say playa
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| We don’t play it safe, hater
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| Say what you want about me
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| Y’all people is fuck without me
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| It ain’t nothin'
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| As long as you sayin' somethin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Mystery , by - Ransom. Song from the album Greatest Rapper Alive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп