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l.a - fitzgerald lyrics

intro – oh…io (x2)

chorus – i see love.. and i see hate. i see bloods and i see pain. stuck in the city where the bloods and the crips be, think i need a jump before these n-ggas come and jump me. jump me, clouded by the fact that my rap is all that i got somebody help me

verse – i’m unapologetic i let it be known, how many times have you insisted on breaking my soul. taking the time to remember these lines, hope is what i give when i die. stuck in a city where the pretty girls snort white lines and take pics. i see it on the news with a noose, around the neck. loose legs they run the streets all day and i’m amazed. trump is in the chair and obama’s riding the waves. (trump is in the chair and obama’s riding the waves x3) these small town mentality n-ggas they wanna battle me mad at me cause i’m taking a leap i practice fatality on any whack n-gga that’s sleep. you get the picture , you afraid to step outside of yourself, i shelf n-ggas in h-ll the flow stella the kid iller than anyone. pops wanna be close to the son because i’m hot now. but it’s a cold world n-gga relax, and with that i shoot back and subtract all the bad i’m like… i can see the way you hating. don’t you try and f-cking play me. you just wanna be the greatest, why you always acting funny. f-ck u n-gga and this city. i don’t need you n-gga f-ck your music and your feelings. hope you never make it. i hope they never play you, you gon miss this p-ssy n-gga. don’t you hear me n-gga? f-ck you talking bout, you ain’t sh-t. you ain’t famous n-gga. lemme get some money. lemme get a $20, when you make it all ya homies gon’ be acting funny and promise n-gga…

verse – back with the action , what actually happened is i’m a rapper with madness that was sent to devour the m-sses imagine my magic (johnson). packing hollywood actresses i’m jacking the thrown faster than n-ggas jacking their own. blasting me asking me stupid questions i casually change direction it’s blasphemy son. boding faculties run, this had to be done shackled to pen and pad i’m lapping em’ pun. punish the ones who ain’t rapping enough, i’m wrapping it up i’m rabid as f-ck. f-cking the world while they watching me nut, i stomp on the clutch. no auto tune to use as a crutch knee deep in the cut, this the type of sh-t you wanna blast in the truck. bet you ain’t know that i could spit like this or hit like this, and talk a bunch of sh-t like this. if i get big i might just split. move out to l.a to record these hits ha. i’m the missing piece of the puzzle that they call fitz. i’m sicker then sickle cell through the city my wittiness giving me energy sipping hennessy from the bottle. y’all n-ggas know the motto live slow die old from the king of ohio. (l-l-live slow die old)

- fitzgerald lyrics

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