live 3 (ig live freestyle) - huskii lyrics
[intro: huskii, alex jones, mc raj]
what? what?
all my friends are dead like huskii ben
aye, aye
[verse 1: alex jones]
all my friends are dead like huskii ben
i burnt them bridges down, i must be next
try to work things out, i draw for peace
and i turn my fingers ’round, like f*ck you then, (like)
tripping of a it of a bit of this sh*t, i’m sipping
really living to the limit, the liquor, it got me spinnin’
like a tick of a minute, i’m in it to win it, i spit it
till’ my liquor is finished, thats how it goes
i was on a run tryna’ get away
yeah i nearly got done tryna’ get it safe
that was all for the funds, and a better pay
but i was only young tryna’ get the cake
i was tryna’ get drugs to flip, now it’s all cds till we hustllin’
we the best tag team in the country, b*tch
lg, double es, he run this sh*t
[verse 2: huskii]
i quit my job and went, back to nothin’
sold my soul for this, sack i’m puffing
i’m weak as f*ck, i’ve tried suicide a thousand times
don’t think i’m acting tough, i couldn’t
give a f*ck about your ego
i done dirt for my amigos
you know i speak no, you know i hear no
you know i get so faded that i see no
they don’t even know about the c*notes, we in the casino
cashing ’cause we need those
i’ve been off the dome, everybody knows
i’ve been going home just to smoke some pot, i’m on my own
whats that f*cking white sh*t on my lip
i been tripping off the sh*t, what? what? what?
at the, minute i’m spittin’, i been in it to win it
but i’ve been taking all these lines got me feelin’ like spinach
but i’m like popeye, f*ck that, i’m willing to pop guys
i got a sh*t a [?], i don’t even want mine
[verse 3: mc raj & alex jones]
aye, aye, said its 2*0*1, come on any other crew
who wants some?
who wants some, said its 201, and its mgr
and its mc raj
come with a bar if you one of us, then hits this bag
i ain’t sayin’ it bruz
pull up, my squad, see where the troops at
all the wuf with the guap, where your food at?
move through with a loose crew, i don’t know whos’ who
loose crew give you .22s, lay you all flat
all black, all match, came for the whole stash
two front and two back, and two b*tches like tupac
full loose cats, dappin’ a move [?]
like two tracked up, hats down, heads up to move that
hands down, stand up if they stand down
[verse 4: huskii & alex jones]
everybody a dope rapper, everybody’s a fake
it don’t matter, theres too many snakes, but no ladders
too many facebook statuses as “no status”
it don’t matter, i ain’t f*cking with jokers
i keep my friends close, and my enemies closest
i don’t know why all you people think i’m the dopest
sipping lean every nights got me losin’ my focus
i hope they don’t notice the juice, it burdens me
i been tryna’ hide the f*cked sh*t
blowing gas like jews in germany, i’m wavy
i can’t get myself to function
and you motherf*ckers tryna’ get an album off me?
ape on my back, i write just to keep it off me
they used to be like, “hes dreamin'”, went ape on the track
now yous tryna’ get a selfie off me
i’ve been sipping drink till’ the pain goes
i be pourin’ up till the pain goes, used to be fresh round here
but its still f*cking 5 days in the same clothes
[bridge: all]
doctor qualified with a phd, manifesting pure dope
straight thc, yeah you cats got it backwards if you cat
then imma’ wipe of lives like tac
woo, what? what did you just say? put the f*cking sh*t back
what did he just say? what the f*ck?
aye its’ l7, 201 and mg
and cocaine!
yeah, aye, aye, little tropical mist vibe
[verse 5: alex jones & mc raj]
aye the doctor qualified with a phd
manifesting pure dope, straight thc
yeah you cats got it backwards if you cat
’cause imma’ wipe off lives like tac, get it?
p*ssy, nine lives, nice try, give em a death sentence
so i can give you a lifeline, when i rhyme
their reactions shiver, its murder with every letter, (what?)
cuz i’m jack the ripper, imma’ target at your chest
heart attack death, got the beat on lockdown, cardiac arrest
so come test, dice on it like cyanide
[?] light, tyson or iron mike in a title fight
i live the life of christ, committed suicide
came back with a [?] flow, and ghostwrite the bible twice
jesus, they believe they can stop me
until they get crucified tryna’ cross me
smoke that, yeah theres room in this blocks house
straight goose, little bit of juice when he clocks out
not now, theres still room in this hot house
[?]
currency exchange, dollars and drop pounds, ah
had the money situation locked*down
but when your moving ps, to keys, for gs
you’ll need the safe, so you can keep a glock, lock*downed
shut down, [?], see us hoppin’ out of planes
coppas on a chase, want me rottin’ in a cage
tryna’ lock this kid away, he’ll make a great escape (aye)
money man rules till i’m in the estate
and that money man rule with them boys till we’re straight
and that money man [?] till’ imma get straight (aye)
[verse 6: huskii]
all my life i’ve been thinking imma’ nuisance
imma’ noose it when i go in my head, f*ck excuses
theres nothing to my life, but misery and music
f*ckin’ b*tches doesn’t cut it, man you hurt em’ and you lose em’
my f*cking b*tch just cut herself to make me lose it
i’ve been tryna’ lift this burden with the downers i been using
people see all of the weight that i be losing
i still ain’t got an album out, am i crazy am i stupid? (f*ck off)
i hate sleeping alone, it feels like i need the women
then they see i’m a ghost, every night i’m beefin’ with em’
they can feel it, my bones, every night i’m sleeping with em
they know that i’d rather overdose, than sleep sober
my dreams vivid, no backbone, p*ssy, you got a weak spirit
probably why i blackout, everytime i drink spirits
and end up cutting my arms like they fish fillets
i be asleep half the day cuz, the drugs don’t do sh*t for the pain!
[outro: alex jones]
aye f*ck what everyone says yeah, i don’t care what anyone says
i don’t * don’t @ me, like shadow always says
i don’t give a f*ck what anyone says
huskii, makes the best music in this country, thats that
(huskii and you)
i think huskii, huskii thinks me, i think huskii
huskiis the best rapper in this country
f*ck what anyone else has to say
wait till’ this next f*ckin’ project drops
(shout out raj, reppin’ for mg)
yeah, yeah shoutout raj
(lets*get it)
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