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hear me out - zway lyrics

you b*tches finna hear me out
they made a monster out of me they finna feel me nah
i barely sleep ain’t got no time to be dreaming(nah)
same ones who ain’t f*ck with me then, wanna f*ck with me nah
got a bad lil b*tch she a gemini
real street n*gga no lie, man i got h*lla ties
my life’s uncut this the sh*t they don’t want televised
i seen so much so young, it left me traumatized
ain’t no other place i belong, if it ain’t at the
top
most you hoes don’t know how to ride, if y’all ain’t riden on top
where wе from its easy to die, but hard to survive
so wе depend on guns not prayers to keep us alive
above the influence, above the law, and above average
i grind to live way above lavish
new money gotta up my status
n*ggas fakin like they want static
portray to be real, but they bad at it
don’t run from me when we f*ck, throw it back at me
couple years gone but f*ck it nah i’m back at it
i been runnin through these streets like some back ally’s
want all the whips with a bunch of horse power and no saddles

when you know better you do better
these hoes finna run game only if you let em
got too much n*ggas catchin ls, cold letters
my n*ggas told me apply pressure and don’t let up
open wounds, been on beat gotta stay in tune
no previews play with me and be a dead n*gga coming soon
f*ck these dudes, always talkin shi that they ain’t gone do
pick up game brah stay out the way let these b*tches choose
i don’t need none you b*tches to stay, if you ain’t staying true
man salute to all the zoldiers, know they movin in platoons
the streets gone need some dust pans if we bring out these brooms
ate out my hands i wasn’t born with no silver spoon
check the polygraph b*tch i been the truth
i was in the streets thugin, went and did the same in them prison blues
ain’t the type to follow i was out here breakin all the rules
everyday i see a side to these n*ggas that i never knew
get out of line and get single filed up
know y’all the type who’ll give y’all mama up for a time cut
we was playin anchor for the longest and nah they behind us
one call will get you gone, i’ll make it hard to find ya
i’m gettin cheese like krafts, p*ssy so wet need a raft
turn the college rule to a pad, they say i’m livin too fast
swerve the coope trynna keep from crashing
switch up these hoes i’m a bachelor
these n*ggas crabs sebastian, like verbs i’m bout that action

- zway lyrics

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