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different - deniro farrar lyrics

[intro]

[chorus x2]
everybody think i’m crazy
but i know that i’m not
been riding with my pistol
since my homie got shot
baby telling me come home
but my home is the block
this the life a n-gg- chose
so is you rollin or not?
everybody think i’m crazy
but i know that i’m not
i’ve been screaming f-ck the system
since my brother got locked
mama tell me go to church
but i’m chasing this guap
and i ain’t serving no new faces
that’s how n-gg-s get bought

[verse 1]
give you two for a quarter
give you four for a fifty
ain’t enough for me to meet you
if you want it, come get it
can’t be cuffing these b-tches
once your partner done hit it
red beams on all the pistols
but my partners ain’t missing
we got choppas and dracos
money made me an a-hole
step on that f-cking work
and stretch it out like this play-doh
mad max with a peso
molly [?]
score a movement like monsters
drink cabernet with the posse
n-gg-s say they some k!llas
but they ain’t on the motion
daddy left me and mama
i hit the streets wide open
servning junkies their water
smokin’ blunts with my brother
say a prayer for my mama
cuz lord knows she be stressing
i cut out most of my n-gg-s
cuz they wasn’t one hundred
tune writing my letters
say he got caught with a shank
60 days in the hole
he told me brother [?]
that’s why i’m snapping on n-gg-s
and going hard in the paint

[chorus x1]
everybody think i’m crazy
but i know that i’m not
been riding with my pistol
since my homie got shot
baby telling me come home
but my home is the block
this the life a n-gg- chose
so is you rollin or not?
everybody think i’m crazy
but i know that i’m not
i’ve been screaming f-ck the system
since my brother got locked
mama tell me go to church
but i’m chasing this guap
and i ain’t serving no new faces
that’s how n-gg-s get bought

[verse 2]
give you two for the fourty
give you four for the eighty
doing what i got to do
just to provide for my babies
mama say that i’m lazy
cuz i won’t get a job
before i work for nine dollars
mama, i’d rather rob
told her straight to her face
looked her dead in the eyes
and said my daddy was a gangsta
tell me, why you surprised
dumpin work in the kitchen
i be baking them pies
had a run-in with them laws
told them nothing but lies
name on some paperwork
you still shoppin for dope?
well, you ain’t welcome in this trap
i ain’t gonna tell you no more
mama tell me go to church
but i’m too deep in the game
here religion and racism just one and the same

[outro]

- deniro farrar lyrics

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