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gotw - nana lyrics

[intro]
man, i think this, this, this, this e & j got me on ten
i think that’s what it is, haha, yeah
uh, look

[verse 1]
i came from the dirt, that sh*t was the worst
and i never had a handout, i put in the work, yeah
the game on alert, i’m hittin’ a spurt
man, i’ve been broke my whole life, i’m breakin’ the curse, look
n*ggas had went and pulled a strap on me, i was like, “oh, sh*t”
that was in ’06 before i had sold kicks
with cuffs on both wrists, i ruin your whole sh*t
i got a hit list full of names and i’m giving ’em throat slits
you on some ho sh*t, you seein’ the flow shift
i’m kinda like moses, like somebody chose us
and i probably know a couple n*ggas that was runnin’ through your sh*t
with a ak*47 that was bigger than jokic
so, n*gga, relax (n*gga, relax)
before i rеlapse (before i rеlapse)
got n*ggas from every hood at the show, i’m bridgin’ the gap, yeah
and i made a pact, we runnin’ the map
had the whole city goin’ up, now we runnin’ it back, facts
[chorus]
you can never walk in my shoes if you tried
stay in your lane for as long as you alive
you ain’t never been a real n*gga, you a lie
better run, better hide, clear path when i slide
get out the way (get out the way)
get out the way (get out the way)
whether you goin’ or comin’, my n*gga, just get out the way (the way)
get out the way (get out the way)
get out the way (get out the way)
whether you goin’ or comin’, my n*gga, just get out the way

[verse 2]
boy, you a small pup, you talkin’ to big dawg
you buyin’ bullsh*t n*gga sell you, you gettin’ ripped off
stuck in the same spot that you been in is where you gon’ end off
i’m thinkin’ of goin’ and rentin’ a ‘rari to whip it on crenshaw
i might just go and just rent me a bentley to park it on somerset
i empty a whole clip in the game, still got a hundred left
carry the whole city on my back, i’m doin’ a hundred reps
give me half for the show, i pull up and tell ’em to run the rest
and make sure you got it all, that’s word to hot sauce
all of the years they ate, i starved, i’m gettin’ my rocks off
she know a n*gga done came from the bottom, i’m tryna get topped off
i tell her to do it until she get tired or ’til she get lock jaw
sounds very incitin’, throwin’ death blows, i’m tyson
either fury or mike westside, n*gga way out in dyk*man
still dodgin’ indictments, this real n*gga enlightenment
my flow berserk, i comb the earth and strike them all like lightening
frightening
[chorus]
you can never walk in my shoes if you tried
stay in your lane for as long as you alive
you ain’t never been a real n*gga, you a lie
better run, better hide, clear path when i slide
get out the way (get out the way)
get out the way (get out the way)
whether you goin’ or comin’, my n*gga, just get out the way (the way)
get out the way (get out the way)
get out the way (get out the way)
whether you goin’ or comin’, my n*gga, just get out the way

- nana lyrics

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