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red skies outro - wiardon lyrics

[intro]
what’s the matter?
this guy louie dumps over here you know he owes me 20 dollars
it’s been two weeks now and every time he sees me he keeps dodging me
he’s becoming a real pain in the ass i mean should i crack him one or what?
what’s the matter with you?
what have i been telling you?
sometimes hurting somebody ain’t the answer
first of all, is he a good friend of yours?
no, i don’t even like him
there’s your answer right there
look at it this way: it costs you 20 dollars to get rid of him, right?
hе’s never going to bother you again
hе’s never going to ask you for money again
he’s out of your life for 20 dollars
you got off cheap, forget him

[verse]
i just act like it don’t hurt but that sh*t hit me deep
lost my brother to the streets and it made me a beast
i ain’t flashin’ out, i hit the plane and i keep it discreet
everybody thinkin’ they cold til they feel that heat
under pressure i perform better, they fold quick
why the f*ck they cappin’ like he trappin’ he ain’t got no lease
10 thousand dollars in 20s, look like a whole brief
if i call you out i’m keepin’ it real, i ain’t on no hoe sh*t
watch throw up p, get some money now they on my d
i told coach to put me in the game, i’m hoppin’ off the bench
better not get up in my way, it ain’t gon stop the kid
i was young as h*ll walkin’ into niemens trynna shop with 10
trynna duck task forces i can’t do a stint
fill my pockets up with racks, it used to be lint
dirty b*tch stay for one night she think she movin’ in
took an l but i kept it movin’ i ain’t gon’ lose again
i’ma always stay on that bench whether i lose or win
gotta keep my hand tight, feel like they trynna do me in
most of the people dying in my city over stupid sh*t
boy i know the real you and i know you ain’t gon’ shoot the bl!ck
movin’ quick i push the bag, can’t sit on my ass
try to play with me in the field, you’ll get left in the grass
ain’t sh*t to block a b*tch, leave her in the past
yeah i ride but i’m still trynna catch him walkin’ out the trap
walkin’ out with bags you know we got sticks in the club
throwin’ up the hood leavin’ the bank these out here for a dub
that sh*t for a little cheaper i chill with the plug
i just rolled me up a seven trynna fill my lungs
life movin’ fast feel like i gotta hit with a bus
always got my mask in case gotta pull a stunt
all that money yeah i’m pullin’ up
i remember when they tried to say that i wasn’t good enough
bags on me chillin’ at the spot by myself
wearing some sh*t you never seen, i got a stick for a belt
where the f*ck was they really at when i was askin’ for help
so i find out where that boy hide, i’ll put his head on a shelf
too much money in my pocket so i sag with a belt
seen a opp drop and i got happy as h*ll
they always tell me chill before i end up dead or in jail
but every mission i went on i made sure it never failed
[outro]
i just act like it don’t hurt but that sh*t hit me deep
lost my brother to the streets
and it made me a beast
i ain’t flashin’ hit a plane i keep it discreet
everybody thinkin’ they cold til they feel that heat
for real
til they feel that heat
everybody thinkin’ they cold til they feel that heat
ain’t gon fall down on something
bro get back on they feet
gmc

- wiardon lyrics

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