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i can't - hotboy wes lyrics

[intro]
like i been hearing n*ggas speaking on my name like
all that “he say, she say” sh*t like i don’t know what the f*ck goin’ on

[chorus]
i heard them n*ggas want them problems, i’m not really worried
they want me to join my podnas in a cemetery
hearing gossip, n*ggas plotting on my obituary (the f*ck)
they don’t know let ’em know we got them choppers like the military
i can’t let a n*gga take my soul (soul)
i can’t let a n*gga take my bro
[?] my face i hustle hard for this
i see n*ggas coming for my safe, it ain’t no robbing this
i’m from the jungle b*tch where it get rеal cold
that’s on my momma, b*tch we live by the codе
i know that i wasn’t supposed to make it out, thank god for this
shout out to my n*ggas that’s in prison [?] for this

[verse 1]
this afternoon we gon’ make the news break
pull up, let that tool [?], bust him and his schoolmates
b*tch we went to school late, die behind that blue face
strapped up with two drakes, shoot it out like 2k
i been up for two days, ain’t changed clothes since tuesday
wait a minute, let me put this sh*t into perspective
no exaggeration, been a felon since eleven
ain’t never f*cked with twelve, at thirteen i was steppin’
at fourteen that’s when i seen my momma get addicted
i had dropped out of school, she kinda needed assistance
at fifteen i came home from juvenile detention
my uncle gave me a gun, i put that b*tch in my britches
[chorus]
i heard them n*ggas want them problems, i’m not really worried
they want me to join my podnas in a cemetery
hearing gossip, n*ggas plotting on my obituary (the f*ck)
they don’t know let ’em know we got them choppers like the military
i can’t let a n*gga take my soul (soul)
i can’t let a n*gga take my bro
[?] my face i hustle hard for this
i see n*ggas coming for my safe, it ain’t no robbing this
i’m from the jungle b*tch where it get real cold
that’s on my momma, b*tch we live by the code
i know that i wasn’t supposed to make it out, thank god for this
shout out to my n*ggas that’s in prison [?] for this

[verse 2]
my n*gga went to trial, i told him keep his head up
didn’t want me to see him crying, he just threw a l up
ain’t no doors on the jeep, we hop like a mail truck
and we really in the streets, ain’t nothing you could say [?]
in my city, pull up at the sh*ll and get your cells up
b*tch i [?] crippin’ for nipsey, i got them crip n*ggas with me
[?] b*tch you better not go against me
look, n*ggas steady watching me ’cause their b*tch on top of me
but you know how i’m rocking baby, chopper in my boxer briefs
b*tch i’m from the bottom where we had to find a spot to sleep
every night i pray to god i get to make it out the streets
every night i pray to god i get to make it out the streets
[chorus]
i heard them n*ggas want them problems, i’m not really worried
they want me to join my podnas in a cemetery
hearing gossip, n*ggas plotting on my obituary (the f*ck)
they don’t know let ’em know we got them choppers like the military
i can’t let a n*gga take my soul (soul)
i can’t let a n*gga take my bro
[?] my face i hustle hard for this
i see n*ggas coming for my safe, it ain’t no robbing this
i’m from the jungle b*tch where it get real cold
that’s on my momma, b*tch we live by the code
i know that i wasn’t supposed to make it out, thank god for this
shout out to my n*ggas that’s in prison [?] for this

- hotboy wes lyrics

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