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lex (every workhouse go to heaven) - sideshow lyrics

[verse]
keep you gangstas aside
it’s not hard to tell us apart
i’m smokin’ a lot
i smoke in front of the law
i [?] in front of the [?]
say they outside, they frauds
i’m still stuck in that field
they still stuck in that lawn
i’m still stuck in that mo’
we got [ditties?] in [bowls?]
they goin’, they gone
$1300 a pop
$1300 for pop
i’m still stackin’ my cup
i’m still stuck in that trench
i’m still stackin’ that guap
n*gga, it’s never gon’ stop
i shoulda bought some stock
i shoulda bought a new macbook
but i got a glock
my pop want a big*ass truck
so i’mma give my daddy that big*ass truck
try*tryna get rich as f*ck
i on a flight everyday wit’ a bag of the gas, bud
a b*tch wit’ a big*ass b*tt
wit’ [?], my n*gga from around the way
when i’m leavin’
i’m comin’ with sum’
and i’m comin’, i’m comin’ wit’ thunder
we was baggin’ up work backstage
really, i can’t stop hustlin’
they breakin’ the third rule every time
love makin’ assumptions
n*ggas be lunchin’
wherе i step
like a percussion
way i lovе the reflection of god
i’m a real n*gga so my mama love me
i’m pushin’ tigray every time
anywhere, everywhere, even at functions
i told **** that line
i’mma let the g43x crush ’em
last time, [o?] tried to press my line
i was on the other side of the country
now i’m ’round the way ‘n i can’t see none of these n*ggas
n*gga must’ve lost his mind
b*tch must’ve lost her mind
she think i would chase like*like she’s mine
like i am one of these n*ggas
baby, i ain’t superman wit’ this pistol
i’m convinced there ain’t n0body in this b*tch
got bulletproof skin

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