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chrono - datpiffmafia lyrics

[intro]
yeah, oh, yeah, hehe
yeah (know what i’m sayin’?)
i’m so hot (let’s go)

[refrain]
show a little muscle, crack a smile through a setback (uh)
if the devil try to flex, i’ma flex back (let go)
same old song, run the next track
tryna take my talents to the bank and bring a cheque back, uh (sheesh)

[verse 1]
i just want my name where the gods at (sheesh)
i think it’s time to mobilize, where the squad at? (uh*huh)
where the bread? where the paper? i need all that
i need the windows spring forward, so i’ma force back (lеt go)
i feel like everything i touch combustiblе (uh*huh)
car f*cked up, i gotta pay the d*mn deductable
my home lady hate me, she ain’t even tryna f*ck the bulls
still i feel like, “f*ck i’m tryna argue ’bout a struggle for?” (facts)
heaven made all day, my pockets tapped out
it’s a difference what i rap ’bout, son
time to roll the dice, sometimes you cr*p out (buddy)
sh*t, i need to get a gps, i got it mapped out, uh
yeah, got it mapped out (got it mapped out)
gps, i got it mapped out (yeah, yeah)
yes, n*gga, one g, this is real life
when them bills do you value what it feels like?
[refrain]
show a little muscle, crack a smile through a setback (uh*huh)
if the devil try to flex, i’ma flex back, uh
same old song, run the next track
tryna take my talents to the bank and bring a cheque back

[verse 2]
jealousy (man), man that sh*t’s a sane k!ller (facts)
turn a real one to hatin’ ass n*gga (facts)
turn a bad b*tch to a “do*i*really*feel*her?” (facts)
blemish on the face of who you looking in the mirror, hold up
rest in peace to my n*gga jay grim
and it’s been 3 years, why it had to be him?
i promised to my n*gga one day i’m gonna win
still remember running through the g, up a [?] (god d*mn)
you either with me or f*ck up my line (facts, yeah)
no longer got the patience or this time (no)
sh*t, i’ve bit my lip too much
now i give two f*cks if on that sh*t [?] be on a n*gga fine (uh)
b*tch, the symptoms of (uh)

[chorus]
a n*gga who could keep giving and pealing his heart (yeah)
just to be left in the f*cking dark (yeah)
yes, a n*gga love, this is real life (okay)
know i support you but you don’t know what it feel like
(*gunshot*)
[outro]
sh*t, oh, man
man, this*this b*tch said i p*ssed him off so i pistol*whip*dropped his sonny liston
’til my fists had a blister ’cause this n*gga tried to shoot his wrist twitch missed his shot
dummy n*gga didn’t know how much n*ggas blast for me, as much as you wanna diss the god, you know
(*gunshot*)

- datpiffmafia lyrics

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