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d'evils - blue martinez lyrics

yea . . . . yea . . . . yea . .

[verse 1]
man this time around, i ain’t playing with y’all
everything on the line that i got is involved
and you can watch your homeboys switch up hard
see them n*ggas trade teams for the bag like lebron
or the hammers get pulled when the moneys invovled
the next thing you know, instead of both of ya’ll bearing arms, you in a coffin
and they at your funereal, too
fuccin your babymother yelling out, “what you gone do?”
sh*t done got trife, do i call it life?
because n*ggas is dying over hype
and some n*ggas is dying over icе
but some of that sh*t fake so they ain’t еven asking what’s the price
i can’t say if it’s wrong or right, man who am i to judge?
when i was out here with the hammer in the club
you would’ve thought it was the tunnel . . . the fucc
what you gonna’ do when n*ggas grabbing they nuts and they
ready to bang, ready to spray, ready to bring all of that drama across your way, way
fucc you n*ggas suppose to do nowadays, man
i can’t even keep up with all the shade, d*mn, well
times changed and so did the money
so did the honeys these fake bodies is coming ‘round
so did the youngings so many beta males around
what the fucc, gotta’ really boss up on them now
but who’s the bosses? who’s the fake, who’s the n*gga taking the wins and losses?
really flooding out the rings, the diamonds, the crosses
penthouses and them big houses, living they life like ricc rosses
the drakes, i guess we all make mistakes
some n*ggas real, and some other n*ggas just fake
some n*ggas do they thing and other n*ggas just hate
but i don’t know what’s real and what’s fake
until you catch a n*gga outside of the ‘gram that claim he hustling grams
and you finding out that he live with his mans, d*mn
sleeping on the couch, waiting for a payday
singing if he had “one wish” like he was ray j
waiving the gun on the ‘gram like he ready
telling all the ops in the hood to come through
but then he find out that the clip is empty
and next thing you know that n*gga die out the blue
it’s the generation that we live in
fake ballers and fake gangsters, and faux bodies on the women
you might be envying the lifestyle of a n*gga
that only goes clubbing just so he can take pictures
and heads bac to his mom’s house straight chilling
put it on the gram and get the likes for the insta
but he broke, no money in his account, his checcs bounce
and shorty out there sleeping on the couch
d’evils

- blue martinez lyrics

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