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Tomorrow

 

Tomorrow

(アルバム: Hunger Games 2 - 2018)


Fuck a bitch, suck a dick that's how I feel
I don't hang with or fuck with jits, cause they ain't real
I hang with flame slanging gang banging niggas in the field
No flagging, toe tagging, niggas doing drills
They talking but ain't doing shit, I'm so true to this
Don't give a fuck about your future bitch, I'll let this rugger spit
Making diss songs to get on, trynna play a nigga,
I don't get no tracks to sing on niggas, I just swing on niggas

Road running till like 4 something I'm just living like a star
Dope money blew like four onions in this rental car
All that hating shit and ganging shit, ain't gone get you far
All that acting like you bout it, that shit might get you shot

Niggas mad I'm winning, and they losing
My lil brother he stupid, pop beans and act stupid
Jump out with a uzi, big clip shoot a movie
Niggas in they feeling, they bitches be Picking and Choosing

I woke up this morning, with Tomorrow on my brain
Today could be the day I fall a victim to the game
If I lose my life tonight my momma probably go insane
The fact, that a niggas took my life for a name
Last night I had a dream, that an all black Impala
Hit my hood with a choppa, kill me and 4 of my partners
I died on my corner with my pistol in my pocket
Bleeding from my face, my old lady tryna stop it

Last week was last week, but last week was an close one
The crackers pulled me over, and he slightly approached me
He walked around a side me, with his hand on his holster
I went to grab my I.D, and the cracker almost smoked me

Where I come from is the jungle
Where I come from is hard not to go under
Where I come from full of sorrow
(I'm addicted to the mood)

So we sliding, and riding the car full of Semi's
Cause it get violent this side of the city
Word around town is them boys getting busy
They jump out with Tec's, and Mac's, and Glizzy's
I got a 30 my lil bro got 50
That's 30 for 30, that's 60 for 20
He want some smoke, then tell him come get it
He wanna blow, then tell him we with it
(Yea, yea, we with it)

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