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shed sum tears - migogutta lyrics

(migogutta)
shed sum tears, rest in peace to jason, i’ll go see you soon
sweep a n*gga off his feet and i ain’t talkin’ bout no broom
on the rack, y’all smokin’ k!ller, we spark up, i’m on the moon
im really like this, but if tested, i can make you face your doom
poppin’ out during the night, just to go hop out some room
puffin’ on them optimos, all these dead opps i consume
he’s serve the country, that sh*t funny, he’s a junkie in some shroom
there’s some things i can’t speak on, they comin’ with me to my tomb
caught myself to get it popped, i’m ready to wake and bake
in here thuggin’, smokin’ blunts, we the pod that they most hate
we get this sh*t in from streets, call out tight and make the plate
so much contraband we’ve had in here, pills, weed, and vape
it don’t matter what it is, cause we get in motion today
tryna buck us like we b*tches, just know ain’t n0body safe
prayin’ every night on my knees, lord, help me beat this case
startin’ riots in the morning and by noon they bring the maze
start to spray us like we thugs, that sh*t burn a n*gga’s face
not goin’ up, that sh*t over with, i’m thuggin’ all the way
if you want me in this cell, i’m gon’ have to get restrained
you wanna leave? aight, that’s cool, cause there’s no b*tch that i’ma chase think it’s p*ssy? yeah, aight, we gon’ do this sh*t our way
we gon’ turn up, jump the staff, take the red and negotiate
get it treated like some kings, they got scared and now we straight
we make a movie, i’ll make a move, we all smart, (?) checkmate

24 hours for 3 days, a n*gga stressin’ on co
in the blind spot shootin’ dice, we play snake eyes and cee lo
the cook put ketchup on the patty and says he made some meatloaf
i got locked up and went bald, like a n*gga had chemo
we go to rec and shoot some hoops, betting snacks on some free throws she turned her back and left my side, so my mood is f*ck these hoes
pass the pen, we smoke and dab, by next week we get three more
they say i move like an og, i don’t know, i’m just migo
and here we (?) bob barker, ain’t no more designer clothes
i got a plug in juvenile, said he got me for the low
smokin’ cookies out the pack, it’s that gas i’m in the zone
there’s some days that we get lucky in here boomin’ off the phone
the week the laundry lady quit, during my showers, wash the clothes sleepless nights up in that cell, cause sometimes it gets too cold
technology is advancing, i’ve been locked up way too long
all my siblings growin’ up, got a n*gga feelin’ old
look at my charges, i bet you’ll think i won’t get out till i’m grown
so much pain i keep inside, i know my heart turned to stone
i find it funny that them p*ssies dissin’ me when i be gone
they pipe your sh*t down, homie, you ain’t do nothin’ when you was alone

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