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who really cares - c-murder lyrics

[chorus:] [x2]
who really cares i was raised on welfare
a little sh-tty -ss n-gg-
n-body else cares
who off to grab me
my mamma couldn’t find me
so, i said f-ck it
i was hustling while i was rhyming

[verse 1:]
no house
no food
no eat
hunger pains had a n-gg- just praying for sleep
a need deep in the street
just a n-gg- live cree
just a n-gg- live p-ss the beat, no meat
ain’t there’s red beans and rice
so ye, it was a f-cked up life
i’m walking round and p-ssing pampers all night
alright, that’s how the seeds been planted
the baby ganster empty handed
now let me be a little kind
i’m stranded in the projects
c-ke with us
no playing
don’t pay us
don’t feeling safe, okay
there’s no way
that little kid like me will miss the chance
to get a second chance
my n-gg-, a second i plan a picture
i can’t, earn a good rocks,a book rocks
and the ice box get slain by my white socks
and if the cops h-t the blocks
don’t be smiling when i got them
when they leave imma throw up in the box, that’s me

[chorus]

[verse 2:]
who really cares by the way we was raised
in the streets and the a n-gg-s trying to get payed
getting money from utilizing that criminal waste
cause a lot of time, being a criminal pays
gotta get it so them fam can eat
and the system ain’t design for we n-gg-s
so we turn to the streets
the streets turn a n-gg- strate to a beast
even eat or get ate
and there’s ain’t no way i’m gonna end up at a place
so we’re d-mn, we’re crook
i’m chasing the ticket
going out there, gonna get it
they ain’t come back with us
know what’s it like not to have sh-t
and see n-gg-s with it
had to figure out a way
that i’m finna gon get it
n-gg-s keep the tool on there foot
from them other n-gg-s from tripping
tryna catch a n-gg- sleeping
when they try, imma k!ll him
but that’s just the way us n-gg-s is living
due to certain circ-mstances
just working with the sh-t we was given, n-gg-

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
in my life i can’t let a n-gg- cross the line
cause if he cross that line
i’m have to off that 9
i’m have to toss that hat
i make it cough and spine
ye i loss a clip
but his house bigger than mine
gotta keep them n-gg-s in line
that’s how we coming in zip code
ziploc bates
boy we cut them we pistols
and i miss those
n-gg-s dead that i love
and my home is with a l
like a porch boy glob
see we know that forever we would mug the system
i know you got your people
and i know you really miss them
restrictions, between the cops and the blacks
i remember uncle boy got popped
at the bus stop
must not let the streets just take me under
when i’m full of that sh-t
sometimes it really makes me wonder
people so innocent can become an animal
there’s so much venjohn within
and murder many man

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