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we loyal to ours - elcamino lyrics

[intro]
yo, uh, yo, smoke to this, yo

[verse 1]
was in too deep, i gave my life to these streets
i sold dope where i sleep, i stole coke just to eat
i was young, my pops was gone so it was holes in my sneaks
my moms strung out on drugs so, who gon’ fend for me
but myself, animal like, that’s just the way i was built
my n*ggas been gettin’ money, yo’ n*ggas keep gettin’ k!lled
bendin’ in foreigns, i can do this sh*t without a deal
hoe, how you want it? i can give it to you different styles
was livin’ too foul, i pray for better days and, son, look at me now
the righteous child, they try to duplicate and bite the style
when i’m still around, i watch my baby brothеr walk the stage in his cap and gown
a couple months latеr he k!lled himself, now he ain’t around
i used to need my brother, now i need a b*tch to hold me down
because i don’t feel comfortable in this world and i’m all alone
i left my baby sister when i ran away from home
and now i’m on probation and all i can do is pick up the phone
i need some motivation and a hug, i feel alone
i just need my girl to still love me when i’m wrong
i just need my n*ggas to keep rollin’ up that strong
even when i’m gone

[chorus]
know they gon’ love me when i’m gone x4
i know they gon’ love me when i’m gone
know they gon’ love me when i’m gone x3
[verse 2]
yo, i could’ve went down the wrong path, i sold nickels on the ave
i was shootin’ dice gettin’ money, i stay twisted on the ave
i was rockin’ mid*top nike 1’s, we grew up way too fast
i got my d*ck sucked at 10 way before i even got ass
i shot my first n*ggas before i made my first stack
i clipped these b*tch n*ggas, that’s how i got my first bag
my mom pray for my safety, i pray for extended mags
and better math, another shootout, two different masks
i’m on they ass, i could just hop back on my bullsh*t
but that’s the past, these n*ggas they only gon’ say what they know, they don’t know the half
and they got a broke n*gga lingerin’ around, they ain’t got a bag
you really need to front yo’ man a brick or somethin’, he lookin’ bad

[outro]
* [?], man
* hahahaha!
* hey, what’s good with you laughin’ at, man? you need to put yo’ man or he look bad, tell that n*gga to hit you with an ounce or somethin’ or somethin’!
* walk all that sh*t
* you know, then my thursday come and on sat*rday i’m breakin’ out with somethin’ new, aight?

- elcamino lyrics

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