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not guilty - slim tristan lyrics

it’s only proper that i give y’all the real me
feds tryna put a bounty on me not guilty
n*ggas ran me down, shot me up but couldn’t k!ll me
it’s a dirty game so a n*gga play it filthy
it’s only proper that i give y’all the real me
feds tryna put a bounty on me not guilty
n*ggas ran me down, shot me up but couldn’t k!ll me
it’s a dirty game so a n*gga play it filthy
i used to have my work from my mother like an easter egg
yayo chopped up on the plate underneath my bed
i was tryna see the bread then i started seeing bread
met the plug and fеd my people fish like jеsus did
if you n*ggas bout pistols n*gga i’m talking that fish scale
got quarters no wish well quickly how that sh*t sail
got hit with them big sh*lls how i spit those lines just to get well
too much pride to let it slide you b*tch n*ggas gon get k!lled
hood on like treyvon, choppa black like akon
banana clip up in that b*tch, bullets look like crayons
real n*gga from dc, enemies on me deceased
feds asked who shot me, [?]
live life how it’s fun n*gga, retaliate with this gun n*gga
give a f*ck if it’s broad day, when i see you, youse a done n*gga
leave no survivors i’m a raleigh [?] till the war is won n*gga
put that on my son n*gga ain’t no 10th place where i’m from n*gga real live!
it’s only proper that i give y’all the real me
feds tryna put a bounty on me not guilty
n*ggas ran me down, shot me up but couldn’t k!ll me
it’s a dirty game so a n*gga play it filthy
what i’m reppin it’s south side, looking for me i’m outside
i’ve been out here since bout 9, real live i’m bout mine don’t go nowhere without mine
disrespect me and them shots flyin
enemies get outlined, [?] can’t doubt mine
you ain’t bussin like [?] b*tch n*gga men down fire
cruddy n*ggas wanna take my life but i won’t let them kick me out mine
got shot but i’m not grieving, you ain’t dead so we not even
play with you n*gga not even, on site n*gga i’m squeezing
n*ggas think it’s sweet but they not breathin
on the ground with them shots leakin
sneak diss on the internet but when i see them in person n*ggas act [?]
tough talk i am not seeing
naw this ain’t no diss track
mishaps turn to dispatch calls run it back put your sh*t back
fake sh*t can’t get down with it, don’t even come around with it
.40 glock 30 rounds in it, .40 glock 30 rounds in it
cross the line then them rounds spittin, silencer keep the sound in it
you want blood you gon drown in it, you want blood you gon drown in it!
it’s only proper that i give y’all the real me
feds tryna put a bounty on me not guilty
n*ggas ran me down, shot me up but couldn’t k!ll me
it’s a dirty game so a n*gga play it filthy

- slim tristan lyrics

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