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look who crawled out - albee al lyrics

[intro]
ayyy
gladiator in this b*tch boy
ayyy day june 30th yo e2 you crazy for this one
smoke cleared look who crawled out
on my mom i’m about to ball out
yea, ayyy

[verse]
r*i*p money mark!
i’m going to scream until my last day
sh*t ain’t been the same bro i swear since your last day
hate be coming in, sh*t be coming in a fast way
gave n*ggas my all they ain’t even meet me halfway
stars in a halfway, ???
circle got smaller, but everybody with me real
plus i signed a deal, mixtape half a mil
and still sending money to my homies stuck in jail
growing up in pills, got it on my still
cuz i know these n*ggas hungry, i ain’t trying to be a meal
quick to the let the semi spray, any night any day
stunting on these n*ggas, they ain’t really like me anyway
rather post a n*gga they don’t know, before they post they bro
pillow talking to these b*tches, knowing she supposed to know
mafia costra nost, taking flights coast to coast
d*mn i miss my brother, i’m the one that was supposed to go
people say they love you, thats some sh*t you supposed to show
that some sh*t you supposed to show
ain’t it?
i said…
ain’t it?
n*gga gonna hold up
yea! yea!
spend forty on the rol*e
try to charge for that… you won’t hold me
it’s bigger than the money, loyalty is what they owe me
if you thought that i would fold under pressure you don’t know me

n*ggas hate to see me focus on the bag
hate to see me in a foreign, rather see me in a cab
i’m talking to my bunky about sh*t i used to have
n*gga ever disrespect me i’m going back
remember when nipsey died man i swear i had a vision
that, i would probably die, the same place that i be chilling
lost some close friends, so i’m having problems healing
heart broken got me in my feelings, i’m gonna k!ll em

and i know these n*ggas after me
know they are
and it took the other half of me
shot my whole fifty don’t need accuracy
i’m gone like a g if they capture me
(for my baby, n*gga!)

capture me
(ox ??)
this b*tch shoot rapidly

chasing money no one as fast as me
(road runner)
i told my b*tch, she too good for a rapper
(i tried to tell her)
told her i’d slow down, start moving faster
i even paid for her college, she got her masters
f*ck other b*tches, but they don’t matter
remember growning up, my aunt was baptist
take me to church, sleep on the pastor
see my homie die, what a disaster
team full of shooters, i tell em blast ya
(bah! bah! bah!)
i got some new b*tches, ain’t got time for the old ones
you should see the b*tch that i f*ck after my show done
said i wouldn’t make it, i guess i had to show them
i guess i had to show them
i’m like…
is we beefing or we posting? man i’m so confused
it’s crazy that the clown sh*t these n*ggas do for views
the worst feeling i ever felt was feeling used
and if you cool with that sh*t, man i ain’t feeling you
have you ever had a dream your man k!lling you?
(have you ever?)
and that sh*t feel true, it’s really k!lling you
and since you acting like an opp, we goin’ to k!ll you too
man i feel untouchable, i feel bulletproof
i’mma count this money until my hands hurt
that ain’t even your sh*t, man that your man work
(that your man sh*t)
all that tough sh*t gonna get that man merc’d
(buh! buh! buh! buh!)
i ain’t scared to wear that tan shirt

[outro]
you know i ain’t scared of that sh*t man
i ain’t scared to go back n*gga
(back n*gga)
it’s chess not checkers boy, move your pieces right…
(pieces right)
be like…
i just look at life differently like…
so many people counting on me…
i can’t make no dumb moves, but it*
ay i’m out here tho, run up n*gga you know you gonna get
you gettin drilled tho
ay that’s why we beefing anyway

- albee al lyrics

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