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twisted fate - yung wyze1 lyrics

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yeah, look man, i ain’t really even wanna write this sh*t, n*gga
but, sometimes, n*gga, seeing too much of one thing is not good enough, n*gga
f*ck kendrick lamar, n*gga, come on, we gettin’ this sh*t

for a second
‘wyze’ was thinking ‘bout
callin’ up k*dot(s) big homie

then i measured
why i would even consider that
knowing this pen is a system to

sick ‘em with dogs, emotions are fraudulent
i would much rather observe how my body
moves to see the chance to be
the spiritual gangster

anger, i see
god is observing my body
we can’t do this with shotties
daddy from watts, step*dad a piru
it’s blood*on*blood and it’s bad now

hating on n*ggas with lovе is a cash*cow
fine*tuned to a project baby with his ass out
kеndrick or kayle?
i would much rather be k!lled than go on bail
thinking it’s fun to f*ck up a ‘burb canadian (huh)
f*ck with a smart n*gga from vegas with inglewood ties
what i created brings fear to your eyes
i want his fade because guns and knives are just not as satisfying

what is gratifying is, kendrick would be like that, he droppin’ the addy?
b*tch i done said that already, take all your music down that say we gon’ holler at you for the crown

run your mouth more against 6 and i will not resist the way that the pirus from my side will hit you
we can’t be n*ggas no mo’

you like to talk too real and not face the fact that these people can only take so much truth

sounding like “x” again
i do not worship the truth and tell it
i’m committed to listening to you release what i know and then come up with resolutions

we not the same
shooting the wounded is a bigger pain
you not invested in makin’ him better
like nipsey, i’ll put myself on a sweater

jealous ass compton king
big as the beatles, he put you on, so what he’s petty and you are too

i got f*cked up from inglewood deebos for doing what you do
tupac got k!lled in vegas, lil b*tch
tay*k was k!lling my neighbors lil b*tch
they say that education is a white*man sport
i studied so many books

two thousand hours of meditation with no criminal offense
i still could not prevent dropping this diss, yeah
i’m on sahara and sandhill in vegas

i go to all of the same d*mn places, hit up jason
he know where i go everyday, huh
i got no security, woadie

this is the flesh in its purity, crodie
if i were k!lled, i hope i’m not glorified
god got me any way
say, sounding like tupac’s alive in the court

you n*ggas judge to extort
one*man army on me and the glory’s to yahweh and krishna
he showed me god, now i’m arjuna, ready to feed him some “kibbles ‘n bits,” yeah

piru playboi carti a bigger threat
i be at tyga concerts and sh*t
piru kehlani could put down greater pressure than you and she f*ck on b*tches
i’m like that n*gga who told you that blacks will get chest*tized
was on the phone with suga free, ‘sunday school’ showed the art of the knockin’ a b*tch

come talk that sh*t to the donna street crips as a piru, i was respected
a corny lil lightskin molested by b*tches, sometimes n*ggas, but i forgave them all

i’m not a p*ssy who’s profiting off of the trauma dumping
real n*ggas told me to shut the f*ck up when i’m emotional

two sober n*ggas, kendrick and kayle
two ghosted victims, i’m projecting the pain back to kendrick, but
don’t make me call the mob figaz with no a.p. glistening

you lil ass b*tch, i’m resisting this bullsh*t that you tryna talk
i don’t give a f*ck about you and your block, yeah

n*gga, i don’t even f*ck with drake, on my momma, n*gga, and i’m not suicidal n*gga
i done had the baddest b*tches and playboy b*tches, n*gga, the most basic b*tches, n*gga, all that sh*t

dissin’ every n*gga who put 6 on n*gga, and n0body checkin’ yo punk ass, n*gga. whoop, what it do?

- yung wyze1 lyrics

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