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pay back - deep green lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah the roads dread
drug dealers getting robbed and wanna phone feds
fam if i got touched
i’d put matters in my own legs, i couldn’t phone them
yeah my life is hard, got nines on repeat in the whip
you could say they’re my type of bars
i grind just to eat, f*ck a pricey car
getting a to b, happy i be making p
i’ll send you to paradise, i’ve got that aimery
i tell my young bucks to try stay discreet
cah the feds they wanna send us where the rapists be
i got a trial coming soon, will i be staying free?
i don’t like the system but i’ll ride the system
i know some bruddas would be buzzing over my conviction
don’t hate the player, hate the game i’m in
i’ve got my up and coming n*ggas due to rake it in
so forget p*ssy, n*ggas stay alert
set gyal be having n*ggas running while you lay with her
yeah i do me, no groupies
block life, couple days shift a full key
i couldn’t give a sh*t about your coochie
cah i stay hilly from the top to my shoes g
i be hitting studio, link q.b
you should call us two bags becah we’re two g’s
look i couldn’t pray to allah
cause everything i’m doing blud, they call it major haraam
n*ggas convert on a fashion ting
but they’re still wrapping tings, fam you need to pack it in
they can’t believe the way my phone rings
becah they know i’ve got the crow ting
right now i’m setting up a couple of my own things
cutting out the middle man, i’m tryna be my own link
[verse 2]
i’ve lost a little weight since my first fix
cause i’ve been banging out grade, i’m tryna earn jibs
i couldn’t give a sh*t about a bench press
tryna move a pack at a time, n*gga ten z’s
the line’s hot but the ends dead
so i’m out here and i’m just thinking bout my next step
f*ck a dead fed, i ain’t tryna see a redneck
always wanna put it on my toes like crep check
i took a big loss and now i’m p*ssed off
but f*ck it everyday i hustle, rick ross
i’ve seen some n*ggas on the map but they slipped off
whip’s gone, watch be looking fake cah it tick tocks
i only make music for my road g’s
if you ever seen me signing on it’s for my court fees
f*ck a bills every two weeks
i can put that bills in between my two cheeks
i be farting on the queen
deep green, they be saying he’s the hardest on the scene
regardless of my dreams
i will never shine bright unless my line’s fine
i’m going hard up in the streets
n*ggas trap rapping when their stack’s slacking
must be thinking it’s a film, they’re tryna act at it
a lot of gully talk when you’re fully broke
tell the truth fam, don’t be tryna fool man
i’m disappointed in a few man
went about it the wrong way and not a true man
turn snitch, nah i couldn’t do it
i’d rather ride a big stretch like there’s nothing to it
turn snitch, nah i couldn’t do it
fam i’d rather ride a big stretch like there’s nothing to it
turn snitch, nah i couldn’t do it
i’d rather ride a big stretch like there’s nothing to it

- deep green lyrics

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