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my story chapter 3 - shootashellz lyrics

[intro]
(big up lowkey damian, top producer in this spot)

[verse]
summer 2013, we was gettin’ gwuap (gwuap)
clientele come to me, i couldn’t hit the block (hit the block)
cause it was hot all the time, from k!lling opps (woo)
i got tucked with my b*tch, or with a thot (woo)
you remember bro (you remember), when i first bought the chevy’ checkin’ dinner rolls
when i first did the video that n*gga’s know
talkin’ bout what we would do if a n*gga blow (mmm, lowkey)
ahh, ahh
couldn’t really back then, but i had a dream (had a dream)
i ain’t have a true fit, but i had the jeans (had the jeans)
i ain’t rеally have a story, but i had a thing
we ain’t really havе a plan, but we had a team (had a team)
them was the days we ain’t have n0body 6 feet (nah)
held it down on the block, only 6 deep
hustled 24/7 so we didn’t sleep (nah)
and if we ain’t eat together, then we didn’t eat
it was us against the lam’, we ain’t trust nun’
n0body understood our bondness when trust come
and if you disrespect the mobb, then we bust guns (woo)
didn’t really care ’bout a b*tch, only trust funds
if you around who we want, you probably get clapped
walkin’ round in the hood with a big strap
n*gga’s probably celebrated when they hit trapp
cause bro was really making noise off the diss rap
young n*gga moving weight, i was clouted up
when lotta haters in the hood really doubted us
before i go back to the store, had to count it up
n*gga’s was only copping sevens, i was ounces up
i was gettin’ rid of grass like a herbivore
if og’s turn the p’s, show them no remorse (none)
night time on point in the corridor
yeah sh*t wss real in the field, like a war*o*war (woo)
no specific time, we just sending shots (shots)
every single chance we get, we was binnin’ blocks (woo)
hollow tips in the clip, put ‘em in a opp (woo)
the only thing we knew is go, so we didn’t stop
had a couple n*ggas booked, made sure they straight
a couple n*ggas on the block, made sure they ate
customer other on the line, i ain’t let him wait (nah)
and thank god she wasn’t pregnant, she was only late (mmm, lowkey)
i had a b*tch, but i’m a dog, so i did her wrong
you know i make ‘em feel special when we get along
the only goal with a b*tch, was to get the dome
ain’t really care about a b*tch, i was gettin’ on
we was getting to the point, all we knew is grind (grind)
for them brotha’s fighting cases who was doin’ time (doin’ time)
for the, loyal customers who doin’ lines (be doin’ lines)
to make sure og n’ ‘em was doin’ fine
what’s the point in bein’ alive if you ain’t living life?
what’s the point if laying low if you ain’t wicc’ ya’ wife?
how you say you with sh*ts and scared to get a pipe? (huh?)
tell me how you in the field if you ain’t in the fight (huh?)
f*cked up, start over, gotta get it right
couldn’t get him in the day, we probably get him in the night (in the night)
k!llin’ for n*ggas who probably wouldn’t even send a kite (nah)
when you grow up in the hood, it’s a different life
before they show you the game, they try to play it on you (try to play it on you)
first they see you gettin’ money, then they hatin’ on you (hatin’ on you)
first they say they on yo’ side, then they trade on you (trade on you)
get to talkin’ bad about you, throwing shade on you (throwing shade on you)
(big up lowkey, top producer)
everybody playing both sides in the mist (in the mist)
the only way to go back, is to reminisce (is to reminisce)
n*gga’s was out, now they doing life sentences (woo)
for n*gga’s getting on the stand, being witnesses
take you back a little further, you remember when (you remember when)
two for five, nickle loud, made a k!llin’ then
in the hall doin’ business, all legitimate
phoenix door was open when we used to get it in
young n*gga getting money, i was living then
had to get up out that house that we was living in
been off the porch, with the torch, we was drilling then
up on the body count now, we was winning then
f*ck him and leave him, i was tryna be committed then
was tryna cuddle up, being intimate (nah)
when with all the lovey dovey, all in my feelings then (nah)
cause n*gga’s probably set you up with they woman friend

- shootashellz lyrics

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