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300blackout - osomal lyrics

[verse]
aye, aye
blackout, .300
up that b*tch, everybody running
boy, i hit so many l!cks while going to school
momma like, “where you get that money?”
i walk into class smellin’ like onions
i need my hunnids in abundance
no performance if i don’t get backend, i need that sh*t before
i’m still in the hood, n*gga, i ain’t really going nowhere
i ain’t really into all that tourin’
we ain’t let what’s his name get off the block before we put ‘em down
made his family mourn
i don’t play no other rappers, they boring
it be me and grimm and like all of my boys
one day, i wanna be up on thе forbes
getting beaucoup monеy, benjamin galore
i’m cool with the lord, but i be sinnin’
serious boy, even when i be grinnin’
might take a hiatus, i feel like i’m grimm
i’m too paranoid, i ain’t trusting no women
f*ck that, i don’t trust n0body
man, f*ck a lil hundred, i keep it a thousand
tired of being around all fake ass n*ggas, i need to get my own island
you know i’ma take my gang, they feel my pain, and sat with me through rain
you know i can’t tuck my chain, yeah, it’s free game, but you paying with yo brain
so go ahead, n*gga, tell me if it’s worth it
if so, let me go make that purchase
i know all the fake sh*t coming to surface
finna cut my grass, i don’t want no serpents
kick the door, i’m runnin’ in, let me know where the money is
where ya put it at?
i know where they put the bag, it’s on ya head
headshot, chest and ya neck, i ain’t aimin’ for ya legs
ever since i was a shorty, i been solo, i ain’t need no pegs
i came up in the trenches, all my n*ggas came up banging flags
tryna hustle, one too many available, so they selling bags
tryna get my folks out the rags, to the riches, i know you get it
you can tell lil mal been after a ticket
i’ma be chasing that sh*t until i get it
i’ma be smokin’ on za til i’m 50, or until i can’t, i’m about that dank
careful if you parking next to my car, i’ma f*ck n*ggas up if they f*ck up my paint
they knowin’ my name when i walk in the bank
all hunnids when i hand over, ain’t none fake
the benjamin frank’ gon’ get sh*t handled
whatever i say, they ready to do
they double*tg, you know what that mean
they ready to go, they ready to shoot
i ain’t even finna keep runnin’ this sh*t
if i did, then i might as well throw it in loop

- osomal lyrics

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