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Zaytoven

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FREESTYLE

(álbum: GrinchToven "Stole The Trap" - 2020)


Zaytoven
Ay, Don Dada
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
NLE the Top Shotta
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm the chosen one up in the gang that's why they hating
I fell in love with making money, counting blue faces
I only want the green, now they calling me a racist
My house so big that all my neighbors really Caucasians
If it ain't about money, it don't concern me
And I was playing with fire and then it burned me
And that's a lesson in my life I'm still learning
You know I gotta keep on moving 'cause the world keep on turning

Father God, Father God, Father God
I pray to you but put my trust up in this rod
And free my nigga, know he thugging on that pot
I'm a lil' nigga, but you know I'm living large
Four cars sitting in the twelve car garage
We was just doing scams, we was swiping all the cards
Now the life I'm living, niggas really wanna be a part
They was never in my corner when I didn't have a heart

I'm taking medication, feeling like I'm fighting demons
I keep that pistol on my hip 'cause everybody scheming
That bitch she say she love me, she don't even know the meaning
And when I'm broken down bad, bet she gonna leave me
Popping all these Percs, man a nigga might just OD
I'm trying to do better, you don't wanna see the old me
These niggas steady judging but they don't even know me
Twenty four shots up in his back, call that nigga Kobe, yeah

Father God, Father God, Father God
I pray to you but put my trust up in this rod
And free my nigga, know he thugging on that pot
I'm a lil' nigga, but you know I'm living large
Four cars sitting in the twelve car garage
We was just doing scams, we was swiping all the cards
Now the life I'm living, niggas really wanna be a part
They was never in my corner when I didn't have a heart

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