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passing the ladder - vonoff1700 lyrics

[intro]
alright (double0)
free my hood, n*gga, f*ck your hood, n*gga
i’m still on the ave where it’s all good, n*gga
tell the opps post they side, we gon’ pull up and k!ll all they ass, n*gga
alright, okay

[chorus]
go ahead, diss on the gang (go ‘head), that ain’t gon’ get you sh*t but a brand new casket (dumbass)
free lil’ three, when i was down bad, on my d*ck, he was comin’, i ain’t have to ask him (that’s my dog)
it’s a lot of glocks in the city, but other n*ggas just take pics, we the ones that blast ’em (for real)
still wanna troll on the ‘net, they ain’t learned yet, we gon’ do his ass just like the last one (dumbass)
this not a regular jeep, just look at the seats, you can’t tell, dumbass? this thе fast one
shot his ass so many times, now he wanna changе his life, this n*gga a pastor (his b*tch ass)
the money, the cars, the clothes, the hoes and sh*t, when you die, none of that gon’ matter (for real)
and ain’t n0body give me sh*t, i’d dumb as f*ck to be passin’ the ladder (the f*ck?)

[verse]
for the people that’s here for the money, get the f*ck on, i don’t really need you around (for real)
they all in my face when it’s right, soon as sh*t go left, n*ggas nowhere to be found (the f*ck?)
after them missions, i’m prayin’ right after i’m sinnin’ ’cause that could’ve been me on the ground (for real)
uh, he askin’ for help, when i was just broke as a b*tch, he wouldn’t even give me a pound
what the f*ck be wrong with n*ggas? i don’t gotta watch my tone with n*ggas (i don’t)
i don’t wanna talk, if it ain’t nothin’ important, i hang up the phone on n*ggas (bye)
uh, i don’t give a f*ck ’bout rap, i still be thirsty to bounce out and dome a n*gga
put this b*tch to his head, knock off his dreads, i’m tryna comb a n*gga
all that sh*t she said, my mama was right, but my dumb ass ain’t wanna listen
when i was a kid, n*gga, we couldn’t afford it, that’s why i don’t like christmas
they said i wouldn’t be sh*t, now out of my family, b*tch, i’m the youngest and richest
of course i had it hard, but i gotta thank god ’cause he made me this gifted (for real)
[chorus]
go ahead, diss on the gang (go ‘head), that ain’t gon’ get you sh*t but a brand new casket (dumbass)
free lil three, when i was down bad, on my d*ck, he was comin’, i ain’t have to ask him (that’s my dog)
it’s a lot of glocks in the city, but other n*ggas just take pics, we the ones that blast ’em (for real)
still wanna troll on the ‘net, they ain’t learned yet, we gon’ do his ass just like the last one
this not a regular jeep, just look at the seats, you can’t tell, dumbass? this the fast one
shot his ass so many times, now he wanna change his life, this n*gga a pastor (his b*tch ass)
the money, the cars, the clothes, the hoes and sh*t, when you die, none of that gon’ matter (for real)
and ain’t n0body give me sh*t, i’d dumb as f*ck to be passin’ the ladder

[outro]
free my hood, n*gga
we’ll come extort your hood, n*gga
free three, n*gga, free brick, n*gga, free morrie
we be the ones that’s creepin’ on your street, n*gga
we’ll leave you deceased, n*gga, for real
we put sh*t underneath, n*gga
the f*ck?

- vonoff1700 lyrics

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