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chip on my shoulder - cash kidd lyrics

[intro: cash kidd]
(i’m cured)
all this fake love
hope my dawgs still love me the way i love them
we been way up
everybody hands out, if i say no, it’s, “f*ck him”

[verse 1: cash kidd]
just the pants and the shirt d*mn near cost a nickel
been broke all your life, you ain’t gon’ never solve the riddle?
she throw that neck for everybody, she the artificial
these n*ggas never drop sh*t like they argumentative
pull up to the scene, they like, “there go marc, b*tch”
if gettin’ money is a must, then i can’t smell your armpit
same b*tch you hatin’ on me to gon’ f*ck me off rip
used to wear my dog’s sh*t, now i’m up dog sh*t (no cap)
yeah, can’t leave the game, b*tch, i’m knee*deep
yeah, never needed hoes, b*tches need me
just took a trip to arizona, not the sweet tea
stopped tryna do fraud, but it’s hard when everything free
just f*cked the sh*t out your thot to a deep sleep
n*gga, don’t get beat by the chop like chief keef
swan, that’s my brother, you see him, then you gon’ see me (my n*gga)
swv, i’m the reason your b*tch knees weak
you might catch me daydreamin’ ’cause i stay schemin’
n*gga, you a fake demon, your b*tch late creepin’
when you call, she fake sleepin’ while she take s*m*n
count money, i keep prayin’, had to thank jesus
when we slide on a n*gga, b*tch, that drac’ singin’
loaded 40 on me, loadin’ up some bank pieces
n*gga, check the scoreboard, ’cause we ain’t even at all
[chorus: cash kidd]
yeah, why you ain’t believe in your dog?
d*mn, i had visions seein’ us ball
baby, why you ain’t believe in your n*gga?
yeah, what you ain’t see in your n*gga?
guess you thought you seen in those n*ggas
ayy, huh
ran up some money i thought i’d never have
chip on my shoulder reason why i’m in my bag
now i’m on posters, i got friends i never had
my b*tch get spoiled ’cause she really never ask
a hundred choppers, strike me wrong and that’s your ass
if it’s a problem, pull up suited like the mask
hopped out my feelings, then i hopped right in my bag
got out my feelings like my t**th was hurting bad
yeah, left her in the past
ayy

[verse 2: mozzy]
f*ck a hand thing, i really carry cake
spend a band eating flemings d*mn near every day
financially unstable, you’s a featherweight
i show up twenty minutes late so we ain’t gotta wait
you b*tches ain’t suckin’ d*ck, please evacuate
if it ain’t come from california, put your pack away
i pull up on you in this lam’, that’s how i navigate
laminate obituaries when they pass away
hey, we ain’t looking for no problems ’cause we got enough
i tell ’em pay me what you owe me, this is not enough
free the skipper, what’s his number? n*gga, call him up
we ain’t forgot about them numbers you was tossin’ up
i put him on, ain’t never double back and follow up
he just tryna rock dior and get his follows up
i posted h*lla n*ggas’ bail, that was out of love
a lil’ hatred gon’ always come with a lot of love
[chorus: cash kidd]
yeah, why you ain’t believe in your dog?
d*mn, i had visions seein’ us ball
baby, why you ain’t believe in your n*gga?
yeah, what you ain’t see in your n*gga?
guess you thought you seen in those n*ggas
ayy, huh
ran up some money i thought i’d never have
chip on my shoulder reason why i’m in my bag
now i’m on posters, i got friends i never had
my b*tch get spoiled ’cause she really never ask
a hundred choppers, strike me wrong and that’s your ass
if it’s a problem, pull up suited like the mask
hopped out my feelings, then i hopped right in my bag
got out my feelings like my t**th was hurting bad
yeah, left her in the past
ayy

[outro]
(i’m cured)

- cash kidd lyrics

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