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night terrors - leezysince96 lyrics

(sonny sativa)
ayo
cops asking questions
but he stayed hush
he knew who shot him
but won’t tell him what his name was
dropped the addy for the opp
and then we flame bud
right before we run inside his crib
and make that gauge bust
i admit i got a strange buzz
my sweat fell and hit the earth
and it became mud
i’m just tryna live
them people tryna get me caged but
they can’t cause i’m advanced
i got that runaway slave blood
i used to be abused
and locked inside a freezing room
whеn i was just a teen recouped and
turned into a fiеnd for music
practice in the streets
we shooting
like i spent a season hooping
if you don’t succeed and prove it
they gon call a g*nius stupid
facts
ayo the other day i seen a dude
that used to be the man
until he re’d up on that d and used it
i hate to see us losing
run it like a dream that’s lucid
gave it up easy like lebron
once his team is losing
i hate the fact that no one understands me
people say they try
but barely
billy how i ride with mandy
if we beefing ain’t no speaking
like it’s tom and jerry
seasons up in solitary
deep inside my mind it’s scary
i seen crackhouses
dudes with bummy sneakers
but this n*gga had thousands
all black outfits
life is power, we do crimes
go home and smash spouses
and to repent the atm just had a cash outage
we was mad young
skating just to have fun
now we grab guns
soon as we don’t have funds
talking bout real rappers
i’m the last one
my heart big but it’s black
as bernie macs gums
(leezysince96)

from the terrordome
you n*ggas is terrible
tell a b*tch
i’m the man
and you tell a b*tch
what you heard or saw
at heads like i’m tylenol
told these n*ggas
it’s time to ball
i guess they took it wrong
they on my d*ck
like my f*cking b*lls
this sh*t ain’t fun no more
from trappin out a corner store
to every n*gga tryna make a list
and win bullsh*t awards
i hate to see n*ggas
i thought was on some true sh*t
they go out acting like a goofy
tryna promo music
that’s crossing the line
we tossin a bomb
moonwalk over mines
blew up and the crew
caught all the shine
now a boss can recline
i’m off the pack
i’m out my mind
my gun still on my side
these n*ggas acting
like we wouldn’t slide
but they all water rides
im posted with brodie
smoking that og
ya know i just swapped some new clrs
for some diogi
we showing you n*ggas
how to k!ll a track
while filling my wrap
ayo ayo i gotta chill my n*gga
i’m spilling my yak
i be getting faded
thankful that a n*gga made it
they thought we would see the bottom
but we kept on elevating
still suffer from night terrors
most gifted out my era
ain’t cause i be fresh as f*ck
but the fact that i write better
this murder for hire
make any artist meet they death
soon as the money wired
rip ya jibs out
wit a pair of pliers
retire these rats
then we hit the booth
and set fire to wax
leezy and sonny sativa
now what’s flyer than that
my bud man told me if i need it
he’ll fly me a pack
i’m 96 but burning 93
we talking gas
i need a b*tch on tracee ross
i’m talking bout her ass
i don’t do the money cell phone
still be talkin to cash
i made a bag
and i even leave my bed yet
better than be careful where you step
cause that could get ya head wet

- leezysince96 lyrics

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