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dudley death drop - wes cravv lyrics

[intro: wes cravv]
how the f*ck they expect us to help them?
wouldn’t help themselves
(la, la, la, la, la)

[verse 1: wes cravv]
humble been on the low
i ain’t show this before
i’m focused, i’m on a roll and my flow, it matured
i get it, i hog attention way more than i can afford
cause i like to buy sh*t when you can’t get it no more
i, be in the lab, i would love to hang
but i gotta make it for n*ggas i lost to gang cause they love to bang (whooaaa)
by now you know the name (yah)
i get it for the kobe but sell it for the kobe after the number change (n*gga)
i fight when sh*t get rocky, feel like clubber lang
know n*ggas who lost they way when they fell in love with fame (facts)
they from a different cloth (facts)
that cloth ain’t cut from game (at all)
got a better handle on this thang than a rucker game (ahh)
you could run most n*ggas turn b*tch when them dudes is caught
iron fly, then ya first name become a news report (doot, doot, doot, doot)
i ain’t one for lessons not even gems you losers taught
my uncle got sick in the feds, guess that’s food for thought (ewwgh)
you can’t take my pride
a n*gga never took my land
a n*gga ever take from me
f*ck around and take a hand (fact)
i was in the trap f*cking up tryna make up a gram
i’m diddy on the reup, i’m still tryna make a band
n*gga

[interlude: mark madison]
it’s been way too long
way, way too long
(everywhere we go they on…)
yo, yo
(cause they know that it’s that hero and that…)
look (look)

[verse 2: mark madison]
respect yo opp, least he ain’t phony (he ain’t phony)
every n*gga you bang with ain’t yo homie (ain’t ya homie)
that’s why i do things all by my lonely (why’s that?)
cause my snap’s more thanos than tony
in the endgame
shots leave holes the size of portals in yo membrane
got nurses looking at the doc strange
the plot change
just as frequent as the clocks change
they all gassed, high octane
hit a l!ck and then get lower than watching the stocks change
on a bad day
thick lil light skinned thing, sweet p*ssy sat*rday
my dad say if you don’t feel it then it ain’t for you (not at all)
don’t let your past define you, that could destroy you
we seen it before
n*ggas hate like we ain’t got the same 24
like our 1440 is different
f*ck what they hatin’ bout
stick to the path
keep yo name up on that paper route
n*gga

- wes cravv lyrics

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