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tug of war - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
this sh*t is
n*gga
man this sh*t is every*
man this sh*t is* this sh*t is pure
this sh*t is pure
on god
yeah

[verse]
i’m tryna make an album, but auntie out here wildin’
in the bank ain’t no deposit
i could still get rich off powder
look in the mirror i see marlo, go to sleep i see my brother
i wake up with cold sweats i could feel the reaper coming
woo lady pray for me, baby drac’ stay with me
my b*tch tell me that i’m cursed, i ain’t really tryna to hurt her
what if they sn*tch her for a murder? i just hope she stay omertà
i’m roscoe’s son in the flesh, tell my mama i tried my best
they say i dig my own grave, he could makе the front page
i don’t want to talk it out, paramedics chalkеd him out
i want bullets in his head, he shouldn’t have said what he said
he gon’ take that to the grave, that n*gga know just what he said
and i’m ready for combat, i’ll k!ll my mom dad
that n*gga ain’t no kin to me
pop a perc i gotta chill
i can’t tell you all my thoughts, some of this sh*t be really real
they think i practice santeria , send death threats i don’t read them
i got my back on the wall
i turn my back on my dawg
that’s a cat that ain’t my dog
it’s really me i ain’t a fraud
i could tell you how it is
i could show you how it was
i don’t give a f*ck about rapping, i’m trying to get rich off drugs
i owe my lawyer five thousand
i’m back breaking down ounces
i don’t need a machine to count it
weigh and put it on the counter
product of the dope hole, born in a dope bowl
i only had one goal, that’s make sure the dope sold
i rule my block with a iron fist, i’m a diamond in a pile of sh*t
i always knew i’d be something
brought the car and leave the v running
shiesty on they ain’t see me coming
i keep it 1,2,3 hundred
broad daylight we’ll sweep something
we shoot then hit the repeat b*tton
cooking dope and using three of them
she said she love me that don’t mean nothing
take this load to another state
on parole with another case
i just had a court date, i almost skipped the court date
no i don’t make beats, but i’m tryna get more base
cross me that’s a big mistake
i’ll pistol whip the f*ck out your face
with 12 i can’t cooperate
the doc gon’ have to operate
these hollows can’t come out your face
tie your lil man up
i know you think he stand up
jump out and make him put his hands up
beat him until you pay the ransom
it’s his fault we in this sh*t
before rap, been in this sh*t
any n*gga in the hood will tell you
i don’t know that n*gga, he free game, no telling what i sell you
my n*ggas’ll line you up, whole time you think they tryna help you
every time my wrist inside the pot auntie say i’m some kind of special
she know ain’t no deals b*tch you ain’t getting not one kind of special
before i even walked in the spot she said it’s you i smell you
dirty bowl dirty stove dirty blender, too familiar
[outro]
ain’t n0body give that boy nothing
he had to make the fire on his own to stay warm
ain’t n0body give that n*gga nothing
how the f*ck this*
who the f*ck*
this the best sh*t ever

- rx papi lyrics

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