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f.t.g. - lord$ofdogtown lyrics

[chorus: lighttpink]
feed the governed, f-ck the government
feed the governed, f-ck the government
feed the governed (f-ck)

[verse 1: lighttpink]
makin’ folds, call it origami flow
‘cause i be switchin’ stanzas writin’ bout how i can make my money gold torn up old
‘cause the government done took up all my money
said we need it for some dead bums benefits, i’m sorry
makin’ folds, nah it’s all good, just focus on the suburbs
and leave us boys in the hood where they sell crack to your mother
f-ckin’ b-tches slowly k!ll degenerates
another soul shot up on the block, but i ain’t seen a statement yet

[verse 2: petti]
with the mud pies up in haiti
with the long nights with no ac
13 billion in the gov funds
many thousands in the hot slums
all those made men with the pool sticks
while these kids play with dirt sticks
leave the families in the ruins
you just take sh-t with no two cents (b-tch)
i gon’ pull up with six figures in my bag, huh
give these families somethin’ that they never had
earthquake wiped out haiti back in 2010, huh
nine years later, where the f-ck have y’all been

[verse 3: sixx]
silly b-tch, like really b-tch, i’m souless
i’ve been on a million trips, ain’t none of em been sober
talkin’ to the demon in the mirror, i ain’t seen him since november
(nah) december, sinnin’ on my six six six sinister sh-t
hit the blunt, jug the plug, roll a spliff, hit it once, twice
b-tch suckin’ d-ck uh
man i’m sick of life, sick of livin’ out my false dreams tryna get it right
p-ss the pipe, tryna get some drugs to help forget the night
so p-ss the light, walk the tightrope, i walked the long road, i said i want more
walked the streets and he want beef now it’s a f-ckin’ pot roast
roasted off the pot, “shmoasted”, baked, on some other sh-t
we posted at the spot with glocks, on some brother sh-t

[verse 4: lighttpink]
we ain’t runnin’ but we on the same sh-t
altercation when he exit, he’s a lame b-tch (ay)
i was on the track, you switchin’ them lanes quick (ay)
yeah, your new mans a lame, that make you a lame b-tch (uh)
where the feds?
the cash i count up
stack up
yeah, you f-ck with my bands then back up
i just want some new sh-t
i just want a rari, want new clothes, and a new b-tch
don’t forget the life you came from, ‘cause that sh-t done made me
i been smokin’ dope and kissin’ hoes up since a baby
never played them games, so baby please don’t blame me
you the sunlight or reason why you actin’ shady
or why the opps gon’ chase me

[chorus: lighttpink]
feed the governed, f-ck the government
feed the governed, f-ck the government
feed the governed (f-ck)

- lordofdogtown lyrics

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