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Outside Interlude

 

Outside Interlude

(альбом: V - 2017)


If I take you back to four or so
I was back at class plotting, writing hella notes
Musically a genius, Pushing coke like Pusha T did
No limits in my mind, said I probably Master P it
I roll around with Nas, Got my Nike shorts Adidas
All-day, I dream about making more wins
I gotta feed my momma, feed my sister, this my family
To the truth, I've been scared for my life
Dreams of someone coming, gun me down all through the night
How the fuck about to make it out
Only got a hunnid in my pocket right now
Cause the dude that fronted me Bud
Was caught up in drug
Out the motherfucking house, get the picture, had to bounce
Get the picture, had to dump the fucking ounce
Get the picture, while I never

So I hit the 7/11 around 11, closer to heaven
The devil got me wrapped around, shit like presents, oh my god
Screaming oh my fucking god
So I hit the 7/11 around 11, closer to heaven
The devil got me wrapped around, shit like presents, oh my god (yeah, yeah)
Screaming oh my fucking god (yeah, yeah)

There is a war going on outside, I can't tell
Got a druggie banging on the door asking for help
He said, you got it the pot bubbling you know the rock
Way that I just made some money
Way that he died
Feel guilty of this shit, never look in my eyes
Feel the pressure of the world only 16 but why
My momma on the Facebook telling people should die
I wonder if they really knew how many days I would cry
Cause I'm stuck up in this system, ho
And to keep it real it felt like a submission, ho
Lately, I've been throwing hands
Cause I try to speak my mind, but they don't understand
Newport's smelling ass, hide behind some rubber bands
Motherfucker get the picture now
I been wrapped around the game many times it ain't different now
Many times it ain't different now, tell me how I'm getting out

So I hit the 7/11 around 11, closer to heaven
The devil got me wrapped around, shit like presents, oh my god
Screaming oh my fucking god, hey
So I hit the 7/11 around 11, closer to heaven
The devil got me wrapped around, shit like presents, oh my god
Screaming oh my fucking god, yeah yeah, oh my god

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