| Bitch I’m the man round my city now
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| Ain’t got the keys but these niggas know I hold it down
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| Like a midwife
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| Talking loose like we been tight
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| But I’m searching, still searching
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| For deeper meaning and purpose
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| Now tell me is you worth it
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| Too much conversation is worthless
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| And I told y’all niggas
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| I don’t wanna feel like I owe y’all niggas
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| Started from the mud and I made my shit
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| No handouts, I don’t even approach y’all niggas
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| Stay cool, your lane, ain’t mine
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| So I distance myself
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| Immaculate taste, niggas acting like I really did shit myself
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| Running with the homies but I might as well be myself
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| See me, see them, see them, see me
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| Tell me how I’m sposed to feel
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| Poster boy but I’m close to real
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| They hate the fact that they love me
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| I’m guessing this how Jesus feel
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| No matter where I roam I’m feeling how Caesar feel
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| 20 thousand miles from home
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| Even though I say I got it on my own
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| I’m still thankful for
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| My niggas
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| My niggas
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| My niggas
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| Hey hey
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| It’s been me, both Mike and Wesley, while Alex been overseas
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| While Bill been working the phone I got Lucho bringing me heat
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| PGMW in the back
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| Don’t let him roll up his sleeves
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| Packing all that you lack
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| Keep the water for the b’s nigga
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| It’s been me and my bitch and my set
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| How niggas raising the bar but they can’t speak with their chest
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| I swear they don’t pay attention
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| I been killing for two summers
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| I don’t need another victim
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| But I will do it
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| 19 but I’m still moving
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| Niggas Twitter talk, we call that still movement
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| Ok, you see, it’s been me and my niggas from the jump
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| With the same goals
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| Get my city from the slump with the same hoes
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| Niggas really can’t do one
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| Damn, all these dreams ain’t got to buy one
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| Court side, giving praise to the most high
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| Niggas cross the line, I got niggas on both sides
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| Oh lord, let me talk my shit
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| Since Hakim they ain’t had it like this
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| Dream shaking with the money and the word on my grip
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| Fo eyes with the four five
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| Bet I won’t miss
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| Waited like 4 years just to talk my shit
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| Left the crib at 17 and I ain’t had to pop since
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| Shit, I need a mil when I come home
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| Cos mumma got a mouth I can’t control
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| She said she listen to Control like
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| I ain’t shot it, like I ain’t bout it, like I be damned
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| I ain’t there yet but I’m one hell of a man
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| I do it for all my fans and my mans and I’m ghost |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strictly for My Niggaz , by - WELL$. Song from the album All Kings Get Their Heads Chopped Off, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп