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g.u.n. - dyme-a-duzin lyrics

[intro]
“god, universe, nature
that’s your gun
g, u, n
god, universe, nature (sheesh) (mmm)
remember god put a weapon in your hand”
(ugh)

[hook: dyme*a*duzin & radamiz]
ugh
young n*gga get your gun, ugh
loaded in clip, bust one, ugh
fire guy hit you once
f*ck around, get you spun
n*gga like 5 foot 9
jumpin’ like 6 foot 1
lil’ n*gga lost his mind
momma come get your son

[verse 1: dyme*a*duzin]
she was at sunday service
son spit a sunday service
shootouts in front of the church
bullets rang off and they heard it
streets prayin’, although she prayin’ that her son ain’t the one gettin’ murdered
dyme*a’s connected
he catchin’ plays while the congrеgation prays and worships
tryna protect it with purpose
the glock it don’t makе you a gangster
god, universe and nature
faith of lord is in my favor
today i woke up
rolled up the ? in the paper
and spoke to the savior
my intuition see through all of the fakes on the road when i’m touring the state fairs
my mama care i know she fear for me
i’m in silkies and hotels
she fed and cared for me
i told my lover i keep my gun don’t be scared for me
and know that what god got is what’s planned for me
and he’ll lead the stairs for me (yeah)
[hook: dyme*a*duzin & radamiz]
i pulled up with some swag
tell the teller get the bag
and i can tell you n*ggas mad
(ah, ah, ah, ah) (whoo)
pulled up from the jects
pulled off in a jet
flexing got these haters vexed
(ah, ah, ah, ah) (okay) (whoo)
drop top on the jags
paid the cause to pop these tags
and i ain’t even in my bag
(ah, ah, ah, ah) (whoo)
footstep on your chick
reppin’ the set of my clique
marathon not a sprint
(ah, ah, ah, ah) (whoo)

[refrain: dyme*a*duzin]
they want me down
they want to break me
if i was them, i would hate me
i keep it on me for my safety
these n*ggas never, ever gon’ play me

[verse 2: canickey mcmickey]
you pray to demons and designer
and deities galore (yeah)
grievances from meaningless wars
and all the moms look like afeni shakur
god’s word, nocturnal
cash and c* and clockwork
song form and natural law ?
[verse 2: radamiz]
blew up
a f*ckin’ screw up
to white collars who thought we would accept manure as our futures and minimum wage consumers
f*ck these velociraptors
chupacabras, they target practice
we oval office destined
never sell out, still made it platinum
i hid
5s in my shoe
and delegate who the shooter shoot
medicate in crown heights and multiple my recruits
vice president of the stoop
making a lutheran uproot
beef and broccoli seats in the coup for the times he couldn’t buy boots
let’s get it

[hook: dyme*a*duzin & radamiz]
i pulled up with some swag
tell the teller get the bag
and i can tell you n*ggas mad
(ah, ah, ah, ah) (whoo)
pulled up from ‘jects
pull off in a jet
flexing got these haters vexed
(ah, ah, ah, ah) (okay) (whoo)
drop top on the jag
paid the cause to pop these tags
and i ain’t even in my bag
(ah, ah, ah, ah) (whoo)
foot step on your chick
reppin’ the set of my clique
marathon not a sprint
(ah, ah, ah, ah)
[refrain: dyme*a*duzin]
they want me down
they want to break me
if i was them, i would hate me (they stressed)
i keep it on me safety
these n*ggas never, ever gon’ play me
streets’ll drive a n*gga crazy
still providin’ for my riders
tryna stay flee
but it’s still on me for my safety
these n*ggas never, ever gon’ play me

- dyme a duzin lyrics

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