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lost soul - realbleeda lyrics

[intro]
(mercy beatz, n*gga)
(say juice, what type of juice you wanted?)

[chorus]
they say pain don’t last long but its still here
they won’t stop dissing in them songs until you k!ll them
them demons with the reaper i don’t fear them
he got too bl**dy about my people i can’t drill him no
tour after tour show after show
running up them bands that’s a whole hundred more
hop out with that pressure hit you thru the telescope
i been hurt so many times but i shook back i’m not d rose

[verse 1]
i’m not the same n***a who you knew before
we bring that pain n***a likе you hit your pinky toe
on the corner of thе baseboards
pick up sticks better pick up sticks cuz you ain’t safe boy
i wanna know why they hate boy
all that looking gon get you shot in the face boy
take 5k out the safe and put it in the bin
gon take 25 out that b*tch and put it on your mans though
and put 100 in the street
that’s drawing blood for a n****a every week
got tired of taking ls that sh*t got me in beast mode
glock with a switch with 50 on that b*tch that’s a cheat code
gon post on they block cuz they know that it get lethal
gon clear that street hop out your jeep like what you creep for
when its beef you gotten die easy
so i get dirty send a prayer to the sky
spinning sh*t and wet you up
my gangster b*tch like mellow bucks
get your addy ain’t no cabbage she be quick to set you up
she a bleeda she like me that evil she like me
that creeping she like me ain’t tryna find a way to leave ha
[chorus]
they say pain don’t last long but its still here
they won’t stop dissing in them songs until you k!ll them
them demons with the reaper i don’t fear them
he got too bl**dy about my people i can’t drill him no
tour after tour show after show
running up them bands that’s a whole hundred more
hop out with that pressure hit you thru the telescope
i been hurt so many times but i shook back i’m not d rose

[verse 2]
i cashed out on some diamonds all because of my mama death the age the she left
coming thru stepping on heads leaving sh*t left for dead
the snakes up in that grass look how they did fred
why i been feeling bad prolly need to take my meds
200 in the glass of water now i’m feeling yea
long live rich homie i been feeling like the man again
can’t stop clapping pistols we do it again and again
look out with your sails in the wind
you know we dancing to win
i think that they won’t play again

- realbleeda lyrics

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