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they made me rap again - 408 darwin lyrics

okay uhm
mic checker
i said “mic checker”
east side trifecta
i took a sec to let them breath that’s a nice gesture
but n*ggas took it as a reason to deny pressure
now a n*gga poppin’ like he in the third trimester
so don’t test em
a certified life taker
my 42 came with a beam like a lightsaber
these n*ggas rattin to the feds as they writin’ papers
i ain’t f*cking with em cuase these n*ggas p*ssy by naturе
i hate fakers school scholars turned g*ngb*ngеrs
you say you balling but you never been a playmaker
can’t save em certain n*ggas can’t make paper
haymaker hit em now that n*gga need a pacemaker
and i been clutching on the heater that erase haters
make danger pull it out and leave a n*gga brain lasered
game changers, a real writer like i’m lane baker
n*ggas love critiquing on my sh*t but still ain’t major
ain’t poppin’ had a little buzz so now the flame droppin’
lame logic all because you high but now the flame dropping
take caution n*ggas lucky i don’t do the name dropping
i’m onto n*ggas like they shopping at the slave auction

(n*gga, oh sh*t bro haha, n*ggas ain’t ready for this though)
okay, ay
k!lling sh*t when i be kicking it like bruce lee
only n*gga spittin that’s the reason i don’t do fees
n*ggas dissin on me but that sh*t don’t make me lose sleep
cause really n*ggas verses too weak to even bruise me
i’m bossed up n*ggas really hard until that glock busts
if you thought bought running up just know i’m keeping shots tucked
30 in this b*tch and i ain’t scared to leave you mopped up
your momma crying asking why her only son got touched
but that’s what happens when these n*ggas get too confident
that confidence gon’ make you pay the consequence for talkin it
the gang full of phonies is predominantly fraudulent
this sh*t wack im done being tolerant
n*gga i’m the rackstar
hollow tip packin’ b*tch slapper
stomp a n*gga out and take his b*tch right after
i don’t like rappers selling out they soul to white masters
i’m sixteen and oh my masters
like how we let these lames in the game
force claiming what they bang
making music where they saying that they dangerous
n*ggas their not steppy when we clutching on our toolies like its maintenance
we the type to pull up leave a n*gga faceless
still pulling froze on these n*ggas
rolling o’s with these n*ggas
in the truck stick tucked 44 for these n*ggas
still young but i’m feeling too old for these n*ggas
boy i’m coming for the gold on these n*ggas
but i’m seeing why they get mad cause my chick bad
and my whip fast hit a corner give a n*gga whiplash
pockets full of cash only reason that my bricks sag
and these n*ggas still ain’t get not l!cks back
sh*t id be mad too
sh*t id be mad too
(d*mn bro i need to stop playing with these n*ggas felons sh*t
alright, darwin)

- 408 darwin lyrics

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