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junkies - 919slum lyrics

[intro]
jumping out the chevy, 2000, with the sidearm on me
knife up on my side, my hoodie up, no one harm me
track you down the alley through the grass, lil b*tch, you is tryna run
hit you with this chrome thang and call that sh*t a one and done

[hook 1]
gun shots soundin’ off, fireworks facsimile
merkin’ motherf*ckers, even if they aren’t my enemies
b*tch i’m tryna see blood, money, and some d*mn respect
i’d sn*tch the chain off this stupid motherf*ckin’ cracker’s neck
these junkies in the street tryna hit me for percocеt
got it in my pocket, then i pop it, sh*t, it’s not a sweat
wеll, i mean not literally, that sh*t is not a f*ckin’ joke
two dollars in my pocket, d*mn i’m feignin’ h*lla broke

[verse]
knife up on my side, myers with the mask on
919slum made the beat, so the tag’s on
drag on through the church parking lot and smack off
many f*ckin’ bullets ’til you drop and then i laugh, aw
stupid trick, b*tch, you breathed wrong so i smoked you quick
i just checked your pockets, they ain’t sh*t that’s for my benefit
‘nother wasted life on holy ground, like, someone pray for him
creepy songs in the mist, wailin’ just like tiny tim
[hook 2]
gun shots soundin’ off, fireworks facsimile
merkin’ motherf*ckers, even if they aren’t my* gun shots
gun shots soundin’ off, fireworks facsimile
merkin’ motherf*ckers, even if they aren’t my* gun shots
these junkies in the street tryna hit me for* these* these*
got it in my pocket, then i pop it, sh*t, it’s not a sweat
well, i mean not literally, that sh*t is not a f*ckin’ joke
two dollars in my pocket, d*mn i’m feignin’ h*lla broke

[outro: sample of cheriimoya]
lord knows and i think i know it too sometimes
every time, man, they reachin’ out for what’s m*

- 919slum lyrics

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