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got away with some bullshit (street version) - manchild (trilunar records) lyrics

[intro]
now i lay me down to sleep
pray the lord my soul to keep
and if i should die before i wake
praise the lord my soul to take
dear father, just forgive me

[verse 1]
everyday quarter to four i pay the liquor store a visit
buy cigarettes, a 40oz, and play the pick it
spend up all my money with the chinese and the jewish
the two of them all fight over my dollars more than [?]
them rip a ten or two down the middle, d*mn near split it
the chinese man would tell me “hurry back when i’m finished”
the jewish man would tell me “see you in a couple minutes”
i told the two of them “f*ck off in plain english”
and after that, dude was still doing business
ain’t n0body gettin’ rich off the man y’all dig it
i stepped out the shop, pull out my 40 and sipped it
shot down the next block, paid my peoples a visit
see my man [?] gettin’ lifted while we [?] talkin’ sl!ck to some b*tches
parked near a curb in a black honda civic
lookin’ for some herb, whats the word? give him stitches
so my man, anonymous, cold stab the guy wicked
put his blade to his throat, applied the pressure then slit it
we flied from the scene me and my murder team splited
runnin’ like gazelle’s scared as h*ll i must admit it
wonderin’ if they’re dead not knowin’ if they live it
brought my high down to the ground like a midget
thinking to myself man, why the f*ck my man did it?
but forget it, it’s over and done with
[hook]
it’s just another day i got away with some bullsh*t
but forget it, it’s over and done with
it’s just another day i got away with some bullsh*t
but forget it, it’s over and done with
it’s just another day i got away with some bullsh*t

[verse 2]
the white man hits the fences ’cause i stole his lexus
then hit the exit 287, nahh stop, flew by the state cops
on my way to the chop shop
where i made some friends and some cash flow
how much you wanna know? around 10 and 3 zero’s in cash
no, i don’t sn*tch chains, dimes, and gems
only sn*tch jaguars, legends, and benz
do it by myself, sometimes with a friend
take out the mac*10 then i shove it in his mouth
break the clown down then you know we peel out
we off to the races wearin’ happy faces
my man got some [?] so you know we gettin’ lace’ed (lace’ed)
but at the same time we gotta think
wipe off the finger prints or we’ll be up in the clink
’cause cops get demented and they take offensive
when they see brotha’s drivin’ cars that’s expensive
why? they wicked and they want to see us hit
but if they spot this car then its always gettin’ ditched
f*ck that sh*t yo, i accelerate
no time to hit the brakes ’cause it might be a chase
i just seen a cop waitin’ right around the bend
he can’t see me but i can see him
so i reverse, wheel the car to do a spin
tear down do the street, rev out the engine
my heart is pumpin’ with adrenaline
my boy is lookin’ scared ’cause he thought we couldn’t win
but for now we off headed over the river
we wanna sell this car to the highest bidder
i don’t give a f*ck if it takes all night
my name ain’t bob barker but the price must be right
’cause while people sleepin’ i be creepin’ this earth
i’m on the street doin’ dirty work
but forget it, it’s over and done with
[hook]
it’s just another day i got away with some bullsh*t
but forget it, it’s over and done with
it’s just another day i got away with some bullsh*t
but forget it, it’s over and done with
it’s just another day i got away with some bullsh*t

[verse 3]
when i was young i was a dumb little n*gga
used to sell drugs for dealers gettin’ other people richer
but my pockets wasn’t gettin’ bigger
so then i figured, i have to go for self independent
to make the dividends that’s the dead presidents
i had to go solo if i wanted cash flow
and find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
to live like a king i got to do my own thing
i can’t flip burgers ’cause to me that’s a sin
so i do what i do on the avenue
hittin’ n*ggas or avoid mens in the blue
they trynna set me up they wanna lock me in the zoo
but behind bars i can’t be rich like a jew
i’m hearing mad sh*t from the black activist
the ones sellin’ pics with the big black fist
they tell me some of this then they tell me some of that
they tell me about the white man then about the black
i know it’s all good but i stick to sellin’ crack
until i find a legal way to earn a better pay
but that’s not today so i best be on my way
back on the block to my designated spot
sh*t just got hot ’cause a dred got shot
n*ggas rebel filled him up with sh*lls
took his clientele and his life as well
so now he’s in h*ll with the underground messiah
burnin’ in this fire gettin’ f*cked by satan that demonic liar
liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar

- manchild trilunar records lyrics

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