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lirik lagu fesu - 22 ag'

(get up) (get down)

it’s so much pride in my mouth i can’t chew it
if there’s a short to take i’ve already been through it
at 13 i’m a grown man
threw them cards on the table and dealt me a new hand
dropped outta school and bought a gat
now i’m lookin for a fool to spit this h-llafied game at
no love for another
i’m f-ckin sisters and daughters and old–ss grandmothers
huh – jackin is the objective
i’m takin all, n-gg-, try and put that in perspective
start hittin that gl-ss, full of that fry
down to make me a devil die
now i’m lookin for a mate
i start datin a dopefiend and packin a .38
and hangin with the jump out boyz, fool
jumpin out on woods, gettin them hoes out our f-ckin hood
cause a n-gg-‘s from the ‘point see
grew up in acres homes but that ain’t where a n-gg- be
i guess i gotta choose
cause i’m a grown man, huh, wearin little boy shoes

see, mama’s been there for the rough ride
she gets much love, i got much time
to think about my life and all that stupid sh-t
squabbin over shoes or burnin with a hard d-ck
i guess i’m gettin judged
god frownin on a n-gg-
huh – that’s what i figured
for every effect there’s a cause
i got caught with my pants down wearin some dirty drawers
a n-gg- caught a case
wrong black time, wrong black place
a pocked full of weed????
who the f-ck is that knockin on my f-ckin do’?

(d-mn ain’t nothin cool about jail, man
yo, ain’t that fesu over there?
yo, what the f-ck is you doin in here, man
what you do in here?)

no, no nicotine, no, no, not another dose
my brain is fried, hear the cries from a chrome i toast
old school fiend, i’m stuck in a cell with a pipe
the f-ck is smellin the -ss on my nuts
and hittin amped squares cause i ain’t a hoe–ss punk
reminiscin on a case that made me a newcomer
wastin crackers and sh-t and f-ckin over the drama
i’m a crazy m-th-f-cka with a uncle named grady
mother latania, plus i was born a blue baby
premeditated was the outcome of fesu
i get a pitch in my drawers with my hands on a ouiji hollerin voodoo
i don’t need a posse to squab, i’ll go stag
b-tch, i got 22 ag’

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