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ben da corner an hop a gate (fay pt2) (westside gun freestyle) - rx papi lyrics

i promise you
we take n*ggas there, it’s where i’m from
yeah
it’s where i’m from like for real
it’s where i’m from
i ain’t never told you one lie n*gga

momma kick me out, thuggin back in the street
straight to fay house, knock on the door like “bro let me sleep”
he roll a blunt, throw on a instro and we just float on a beat
shoot at them n*ggas everyday, you know this war sh*t get deep
follow in my brothers footsteps, i’ma cook like him
brodie shot the wrong man, all he did was look like him
i’m from the trenches, most n*ggas don’t makе it out of there
i bend a cornеr, jump a gate, and b*tch i’m getting out of there
it’s 12*12 bags on the counter with residue in ’em
brodie played the trap 3 nights just to buy new denims

yeah, yeah
it’s for the trenches for real

my word law where i’m from, we don’t even play like that
i ain’t with that fidgeting at all, reach for my waistline fast
went to prison, praying n*ggas answer the phone for me
n*ggas treat me like they wasn’t sliding, moving zones with me
i ain’t get a dollar, n*gga i ain’t get a soup
but n*ggas call me when it’s problems, they know i shoot
i’m in the club with it, clutching hard, bugging off a perc pill
got get backs for brodie, i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m kinda hurt still
pouring six of that sh*t, start thinking about my first drill
throw fifty in the stick, just wanna see if this b*tch work still
baby z got my heart, i’ll put her in my first will
did a lot of dirt, just so you can be clean
coming home late, your momma ask what’s that in my jeans
i got problems with the whole hood, i’ll go to war with the street
i used to be cool with them n*ggas
i ain’t want sh*t to do with them n*ggas
pack my sh*t, i’m through with them n*ggas
i’ll really end up shooting them n*ggas
brodie tell me i gotta chill cause i got sh*t i gotta do
he call me while i’m tryna drill, he tryna get me in a booth
that drac spit
this b*tch like lil james with the missing tooth
i’m lil wayne, cause papi don’t rock with no ceilings too
i can’t tell you what it take to be a doctor, a lawyer, a ball player, or nothing
i can only tell you i be a stand up n*gga
i can only tell you i be loyal to n*ggas you gotta be loyal to
i can tell you that sh*t ain’t got no price on it
ain’t no amount of money in the world should ever make you break that
i can tell you about it, stand tall
both your feet, all ten of your toes
i can tell you how to be a man
i can tell you what it takes to be strong
tell you what it take
show you what it take
sh*t ain’t hard
sh*t, look at me
i come from where you come from, nothing
probably less than nothing
i come from the bottom of the bottom
like when you look under your bed, i come from under under under under that
when you go to your bas*m*nt, i’m from under that
that sh*t don’t mean nothing though
ten brick walls and cement not gon’ stop me
i’m really him
showed you that
told you that
proved it a thousand times
before i die, do it a thousand times again
ain’t no n*gga f*cking with me
n0body
n0body
this my sh*t, n*gga
i’ma make the rules
and i’ma break the rules, n*gga
this sh*t gon’ go my way, or no way
if you ain’t with me and my n*ggas, f*ck you
f*ck you
f*ck who you love
f*ck what you claim
f*ck what you stand for
f*ck everything about you, n*gga
f*ck your momma
f*ck your daddy
f*ck your kids
f*ck your dead homies
f*ck everything about you
dogsh*t records, n*gga, this my sh*t

- rx papi lyrics

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