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i dread - tha god fahim & nicholas craven lyrics

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[chorus]
all these thoughts runnin’ through my head
sometimes i think i’m better off dead
n*ggas tellin’, i dread
just keep the family well*fed
just talked to my lil’ cousin, had to throw him some bread
all these thoughts runnin’ through my head
sometimes i think i’m better off dead
n*ggas tellin’, i dread
just keep the family well*fed (uh)
just talked to my lil’ cousin, had to throw him some bread (uh*huh)

[verse 1]
i walk the city of no pity
my people bred outta conditions that’s so sh*tty
keep your head in the right place, even in tight sp*ce
say my grace, f*ck all the people that hate
i’ll put this burner in your mouth like colgate
i swear you rappin’ n*ggas got no taste
the coupe got no sp*ce; only for me and my girlfriend
’til the bl**dy end, until it’s sunny, and
i’m at the muddy end, i gotta get my hands dirty
make sure the plan st*rdy, make sure it’s band*worthy
i’m up bright and early, don’t make me do your mans dirty
(yeah, uh, uh, uh)
[chorus]
all these thoughts runnin’ through my head
sometimes i think i’m better off dead
n*ggas tellin’, i dread
just keep the family well*fed
just talked to my lil’ cousin, had to throw him some bread
all these thoughts runnin’ through my head
sometimes i think i’m better off dead
n*ggas tellin’, i dread
just keep the family well*fed
just talked to my lil’ cousin, had to throw him some bread (uh)

[verse 2]
questions with no answers sometimes leads to nothin’
complainin’ never solves problems, gotta keep pushin’
to my n*ggas: good lookin’
i stack the good bookings
if they want food for thought, i got the good cookin’
i got the ingredient, i’ll beat the beat ’til it’s obedient
i’ll make a carnage and i was only bein’ lenient
no need to starve, it got me tired in good years
to ease the pain, i spent rent money on footwear
war is art and blood is decoration, show admiration
i’ll flip a n*gga like a workstation
why is you hatin’, bein’ sedated? i swear you n*ggas overrated
how can i say it? i can’t partic*p*te in fake sh*t
only great sh*t, i put the work in, late shift
[chorus]
all these thoughts runnin’ through my head
sometimes i think i’m better off dead
n*ggas tellin’, i dread
just keep the family well*fed
just talked to my lil’ cousin, had to throw him some bread
all these thoughts runnin’ through my head
sometimes i think i’m better off dead
n*ggas tellin’, i dread
just keep the family well*fed
just talked to my lil’ cousin, had to throw him some bread

dump gawd

- tha god fahim nicholas craven lyrics

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