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my rounds - holy christ lyrics

holy christ- focused on this music so i don’t do to much clubbin, underground wit my n-ggas; rest in peace to harriet tubman

some of my n-ggas free; some still fighting for freedom, people a rather see t.i. in the pen, then in his kingdom

they think trouble man still a crook, floyd couldn’t beat the charge; he not undefeated in the jury book

yo homie got life for nothing; you don’t have to do the crime to get a life sentence. life is sort of like a movie cause this sh-t is scripted; but eddie and martin really ain’t got no life sentence

n-ggas a pin a murder on you but know they the k!ller, these mother f-ckas heartless you can ask stifler

now you on fox, you innocent and the other dude dewey cox

walk hard on you p-ssies

n-ggas hate it when you bossed up, see you riding clean and they wanna shoot yo double r up

i can’t do no sh-t like that n-gga, cause i’m a die wit cl-sss “sandy hook n-gga.”

i don’t know what n-ggas on; quick to call you they dog “tommy strong”

n-ggas hate on my flows; f-ck em i be thuggin, i’m known for my punches on the mic” buster douglas”

my mind is a weapon, best entertainer out of st. louis since that n-gga cedric

n-ggas hate when a n-gga victorious, i run these tracks and i k!ll sh-t “oscar pistorius”

i deserve a gold metal on some olympic sh-t, if not platinum i dersere gold albums, gold songs, gold that gold this, all god err thang on my trinidad james sh-t
everything i will touch would turn to gold; on some king midus sh-t

i’m on another level cause my flow is ether, when i get them franklins; demand more respect than aretha

and i ain’t breaking bread wit none of you f-ck n-ggas, but i’m a give back to my hood n-ggas
i’m talking pine lawn, i’m talking hillside; i’m talking raven wood, in the hood it’s bad news; please tell me something good
chakra khan state of mind ion talk to strangers n-gga, it’s just me and my rounds n-gga, anosmia could never be in my vocab; the way i’m about to smell success n-ggas
i had a dream i got these dreams off the ground; who was at the top wit you my maf-cking rounds

- holy christ lyrics

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