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22 - a.g. lyrics

[intro: a.g.]

yeah
(y’all ain’t f-cking with a n-gg-)

[hook]
i been
out here tryna get it n-gg-
on my knees every night praying i can see the bigger picture
on a paper chasing mission tryna stay up out them systems
1 time for my n-gg- cause lord knows i miss him

[verse 1]
i bought a choppa cause i was tired of being that lil n-gg-
and puttin pain on the beat so u can feel it n-gg-
i know u hear me, but?
do u really hear me n-gg-?
18 years of living i’m painting pictures n-gg-
my lil n-gg- got k!lled over 2 dollars
i done kicked in n-gg-s doors over 2 dollars
my own homie tried to do me over 2 dollars
now u understand why i sleep with my 2 revolvers
my own father did me dirty when he left my mother
and some nights when slept i couldn’t wear no cover
cause i had nightmares on k!lling me a mother f-cka
now i wake up to that stick
clutching on that sucka

[hook](2x’s)
out here tryna get it n-gg-
on my knees every night praying i can see the bigger picture
on a paper chasing mission tryna stay up out them systems
1 time for my n-gg- cause lord knows i miss him

out here tryna get it n-gg-
on my knees every night praying i can see the bigger picture
on a paper chasing mission tryna stay up out them systems
1 time for my n-gg- cause lord knows i miss him

[verse 2]
strapped tight with that bible on the dash n-gg-
riding wit a m16 and some cash n-gg-
cop tried to book me talkin bout i got a p-ss n-gg-
i stuck that middle finger then laughed at n-gg-
my own homies turning snaker by the day n-gg-
so i cut em lose not much dat i can say n-gg-
my ex left me man dat hurt was insane n-gg-
but dat was god sayin get back to dis cake n-gg-
i’m tryna get it
holla at me if u wit it
we can make a couple plays
in some days then we can split it
i ain’t playing wit dese n-gg-s
man i’m out here tryna flip it
so if u really bout it bout it
bring da sticks so we can get it
where the licks?
where the keys?
where this n-gg- live?
i don’t care who in the house we running in his crib
and if his mama scream u could split ha f-ckin wig
and f-ck his the girl to
traumatized his kid

[hook](2x’s)

- a g lyrics

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