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trials & tribulations - cuzzin howie & lefty gunplay lyrics

[intro]
(time goes by. puffin’ on my, hopin’ that it gets me high)
yeah. look. and i been running up a bag from like tuesday to tuesday
(time goes by. puffin’ on my, hopin’ that it gets me high)
gang, gang
you live by the gun, you die by the gun
that’s on the gang
look. face of la, b*tch
famous gang banger
(time goes by. puffin’ on my, hopin’ that it gets me high)
it’s lefty gunplay
goodtalk, otr records. (gang, gang)
(i feel good, two, three, four)
[verse: lefty gunplay]
b*tch. i’m out here in the field
i’m trying to learn how to adapt
i guess it’s true what they say, them real ones never last
and i believe in karma, baby
so i stay with that strap and i don’t trust n0body else
my homie stabbed me in the back
it’s a dog eat dog world, the definition of drastic
the homie f*cked up in the pen, they had to blast him
my mama said my baby mama out there be ratchet
i’;m tryna make it out the hood, so i’m f*cking with this rapping
imagine growing up in the hood and it was popping?
shorty wanted to be a thug, the 40 glocking
b*tch told me love is temporary, all them b*tches be popping it
dropping my opposition and target man, cold*hearted sh*t
look. and i’ma ride for my hitter, dawg
i’ll take your life with my pistol, dawg. yeah
and west side with my hitters
gang signs, throw it up with my fingers, dawg
yeah. and i’ma slide for my hitter, dawg
yeah. who gon’ slide for me when i die, dawg?
is you gon’ slide for me, homie?
they call me lefty gunplay, thugging on maloney
[verse: ft hopout]
so many n*ggas without cash by choice
i’m here to tell you n*ggas, y’all not kings, y’all boys
the type of n*ggas volunteer to clean my floors
coat down on the puddle, n*gga. hold my doors
i’m the reason you wear philly hats. remember that?
y’all was praying i ain’t make it back. i made it back
phone ringing, let me answer that. like who is this?
thank god i took that call. why? ’cause that was it
they don’t want to see the hop out that can buy what he want
they thought it was beef then, now we really got funk
she told me she told her man she ain’t making it home
i executed my plan, that’s how i really got on
you had me fooled. i see that that facade ain’t tough
it’s mediocre, like atheists in god we trust
i fought for me to be stationed where i stand. no luck
like shoot me if you gonna shoot. i ain’t saying don’t bust
i got tired of being broke. spotlight of a joke
short of breath, like i was the only one being choked
i called my mama. she like
“congratulations. i’m happy you mastered patience
i know you got tired of waiting”
when you get that call, you see the feeling leaves you restless
makes you double back on all your income completed checklist
n*ggas in your circle wanna knock you off your wave
let you keep their ass around, you granted your own death wish
n*gga, blame yourself
[outro]
time goes by. puffin’ on my, hopin’ that it gets me high
got a good girl crazy. i feel good, yeah
one time for the kids
time goes by. puffin’ on high, hopin’ that it gets me high
got a good girl crazy. i feel good, yeah. two, three, four. i see*

- cuzzin howie lefty gunplay lyrics

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