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lirik lagu caleb brown – 36 chambers

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[verse 1: caleb brown]
i’ve been thuggin since i jumped off the porch in ‘05
i was six clutching 9’s momma working nine to five
and my daddy in the pen plus my cousin whipping hands
plus he talking about them bands, he can’t even trust his friends
they be chilling on them [?] with them sw-ngers on the [?]
if you lurking private pages best believe they follow back
they ain’t got no home training
all the homies in the trap
in the hood [giving back?] [?] cooking crack
they was all was [?] probably cripping on the other side
blue rags, mac-11s you can smell a homicide
h-lla deep up in the colors you can’t tell it’s drama time
bet they get your boy [?] hood gonna have a [?] sound
bullets ricocheting off the house now the kids thuggin
[?]
putting bullets [in the colors?]
trays ain’t got no names, so they hit your brother in the stomach
momma crying, sirens coming, [?] blood rushing

[chorus: ryan jéy]
roll something for my fallen [soldiers?]
smoke something for my fallen [soldiers?]
f-ck around and be a fallen [soldier?]
[?]
roll something for my fallen [soldiers?]
smoke something for my fallen [soldiers?]
f-ck around and be a fallen [soldier?]
[?]
roll something for my fallen [soldiers?]
smoke something for my fallen [soldiers?]
f-ck around and be a fallen [soldier?]
[?]
roll something for my fallen [soldiers?]
smoke something for my fallen [soldiers?]
f-ck around and be a fallen [soldier?]
[?]

[verse 2: caleb brown]
where was you when your brother was bleeding?
no you ain’t sh-t, you say you love i know you don’t mean it
nah, shots was fired
you was ducked off busting the s-m-n
you d-mn [?] you cluttered with demons
and you can’t stand to look at mirrors cause your knuckles bleeding
they took your own blood brother homie, but you the reason
see you was lurking through they hood trying to get you a profit
you robbed the wrong [?] and they made you a promise
see you was at they front door homie, begging for problems
and now you at the funeral ‘bout to solve you a problem
you grabbed the glock up off the shelf like you got to get the business cleared
you headed to the other hood, you gotta show them what it is
they took your family members so you had to bust their head for real
but you parked with the gun, so you ‘bout to get a hundred years
you rather face god then live life in a cell
so you turn the freaking gun on yourself
you blew your brains on the steps

[chorus: ryan jéy]
roll something for my fallen [soldiers?]
smoke something for my fallen [soldiers?]
f-ck around and be a fallen [soldier?]
[?]
roll something for my fallen [soldiers?]
smoke something for my fallen [soldiers?]
f-ck around and be a fallen [soldier?]
[?]
roll something for my fallen [soldiers?]
smoke something for my fallen [soldiers?]
f-ck around and be a fallen [soldier?]
[?]
roll something for my fallen [soldiers?]
smoke something for my fallen [soldiers?]
f-ck around and be a fallen [soldier?]
[?]


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