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pablo city - ebk da don lyrics

[intro]
yeah
n-ggas said i ain’t on sh-t
well i’m out here
ebk

[verse 1]
yo
try to tell me something that i dont know
you can catch me on the block, pulled up like a light post
folks in the photo
in the back before hoes
narcs got a heart on, they love to take our photos
if they pull up, run
not tonight they will
cause imma spend it in the hood and nowhere near a f-cking cell
free my hittas out the county, man i hope they doing well
don’t trip my n-ggas eating, yeah they ain’t go miss a meal
i’m raised to k!ll, no one lives to tell the tale
cause if you tattle tale, i’ll f-ck around and tattle tear
impacted fear in oppositions that come near
grab the wheel, i’m off the sh-ts, b-tch
no, i can’t steer
all i see in my review
squad car go woo woo
kush too loud, sorry officer can’t hear you
three hoes tryna f-ck me to the same song
and me and all my n-ggas in the hood like treyvon

[chorus]
i feel like pablo when i ride through
this the type of sh-t that we commit homicides to
get off the block b-tch, for drama will drop sh-t
up to no good in the hood with this mob stick
in my mind imma blind man doing time
i’m so wicked we conflicted if you cross the line
gold round my neck lookin’ like a leprechaun
and b.i.p. mousy, d-mn folks ain’t deserve to die

[verse 2]
why lie? what i rap about is my life
ask my hood or guys, they gon’ tell you that i’m certified
you ain’t hafta do half the sh-t that i had to do
but if a n-gga ask you about me, say he crackin two’s
f-ck around and jack your shoes
nut all in his ratchet boo
ebk that sl1ck n-gga
b-tches, he done cracked a few
why ask if he made it home
n-gga check the news cause ebk that n-gga still the k!lla all up on the loose
watch yo back, these streets ain’t showing no love
getcho throat cut while you all up on the post up
that’s why i’m pulled up, a n-gga who give no f-cks
i’m that same n-gga who ain’t never ran from no one
yeah im really with the sh-ts, better grab yo b-tch
free speedy gang, we draining clips, acrobatic flips
when the choppa bullets hit yo back, run this beam dont miss
get it how you live, don’t complain, that’s just how it is

[chorus]
i feel like pablo when i ride through
this the type of sh-t that we commit homicides too
get off the block b-tch, for drama will drop sh-t
up to no good in the hood with this mob stick
in my mind imma blind man doing time
i’m so wicked we conflicted if you cross the line
gold round my neck lookin’ like a leprechaun
and b.i.p mousy, d-mn folks ain’t deserve to die

[verse 3]
grew up selling drugs cause my family needed better things
i turned to the streets cause n0body stopped to better me
used to hafta ask for p-ssy, now these b-tches begging me
and imma let it sing on the letter d, don’t test me please

[outro]
cause imma k!lla, momma raised a k!lla, raised in apartments, king to drug dealas
only 18 and a n-gga got no feelings
if you see me in all black then hide yo children

- ebk da don lyrics

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