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zion - 212ceilingface lyrics

[intro]
i’ll be so glad when
the sun go down
i’ll be so glad when
the sun go down

[verse]
thats my n*gga
why you call him that?
why you call him that?
he runnin laps round you crackas
do it in his starter cap
they gon tap him on his shoulder
tell that boy go bend his back
out the womb with a motive
put them all in a casket
they gon shoot the sh*t when they talk about him
chess playing ass ain’t no king to him
pale on the surface but you bleed just like him
why you so afraid to let him pick up a pen
cuz he gon merc you with a smile
b*tch you know you deserve it
test that boy one time he might send you to he*rs*s
you gon double back and make that boy rеad his verses
he gon do thе same sh*t with no other purpose
[hook]
cuz that’s my n*gga
that’s my n*gga
that’s my n*gga
that’s my n*gga
that’s my n*gga
that’s my n*gga
that’s my n*gga
that’s my n*gga
that’s my n*gga

[verse]
when the sun go down you know he around in ya town
playing strings like he performing for the crown
and he down to do whatever
long as he can move around
where he wanna f*ck that lil quota
thought you was the owner
but you might catch some pneumonia
you working like them
sit back in the crib like you always did
really you ain’t on sh*t
n*ggas buried in the backyard and you talking bout
how they mean less than the kids you be pushing out
half them lil jits coming out from the slave house
zion made you crackas wanna take the safe route
[refrain]
lock him up
lock him up
lock him up
let’s lock him up
lock him up
lock him up
yeah let’s lock him up
lock him up
lock the n*gga up lock him up
who knew his fam would come out the cut yuh
spreading the love huh
lock the n*gga up lock him up
who knew his fam would come out the cut yuh
spreading the love huh

[verse]
where were y’all n*ggas at?
dirty sprite
i was down bad
mad at myself
couldn’t tell
hanging on by thread but it didn’t feel like it
too busy up high flying
i only sleep when i crash private
these drugs gon need a new test pilot
i’m done
but i can’t be
dopamine’s what raised me
cold*hearted and lazy
but i think more dough gon save me
it is right?
it is right?
nuff of that sad boy sh*t
who you kicking it to?
lil n*gga i’m done with you
buying some custom juice
see me hanging out the roof i’m ya son it’s noon
feeling my liver it’s chopped and screwed
houston i’m alcoholic
n*gga don’t talk about it
all my n*ggas want the best for me
but i won’t talk about it
i’m done
but i can’t be
dopamine’s what raised me
i want chains slanging in hd
i want whips they gonna embrace me
you wanna bad b*tch with a birkin bag
i want good dro and some time to match
never really felt this down bad
sober living i miss that imma slave to the sh*t
righteous n*ggas don’t know me
i still lay down ya kid
if they talking to police
i’ll stain that lil cl!ck with a mac in the back
look like you talking to feds
i am not f*cken with that
boy you a rat and im looking for ya nest
don’t ever claim you the best
when im alive there’s only one that can test
i seen you wearing a vest
you never seen bullets outside of ya sweat
i feel like zion all these uncle toms they wanna keep talking bout me
i feel like zion my mental been shaped by all of the p*ssies around me

- 212ceilingface lyrics

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