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dice game. - vii (usa) lyrics

[verse 1]
kickin in the door with my n-gg-s cuz it’s you or us
skrill all i hear talkin, we ain’t doin trust
cuz n-gg-s all in the wrong lately
hangin back, switchin fast like a strong safety
i’m a wild young n-gg- so i’m livin like the money on call
ski mask lifestyle, vii really on y’all
smoke rough like a game leaf, tough how the game be
shooters don’t care how they hit, john wall
ties not that loose
i got that juice, so i stick and i move so that red dot not tattooed
flip mode like papoose
can’t fold for the disrespect, ion bang, no, but a n-gg- set cuz the game holdin a n-gg- checks
so i came loaded
i can hold on till it’s too much dough to hold it
bronem sold the dody while he held the soda, whippin up the yola, had to pop
and he had the cops at the back door, by the vacant lots and the trap doors
told me watch your back, cuz in a flash it go and keepin peace with that what i rap for so
please, observe the rules
the world believes
we, deserve to lose
and even cpd know that they ain’t servin you
it’s protection in these streets, you can see they heard the news
they might even murder you

[chorus]
keep your head on the swivel
keep your head on the swivel
keep your head on the swivel
kee-kee-keep your head on the swivel

[verse 2]
gimme somethin to believe in
summer i can breathe, bad shorty wit her weave in
i done got my brand up, imma have to lay low
when they can’t hate they gon try to add a halo
watchin out for one time, shootin when they say so
i look like a suspect to em, any way it go
boy, i better stay calm, if i look afraid, they gon let the lead rain, leave the stains on my fazos
real life, i be right there
hopin any day doesn’t turn into a nightmare
prayin for the days i can really let my guard down
hopin it’s enough behind my name that n-gg-s might care
and i been flexin for a minute & my whole hood love me but we burnin in the city to the soul
i’ll be fightin till the end, it’s chicago to the death, stackin dollars in the beam, baby welcome to the show. whoa

- vii usa lyrics

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