lirik lagu migogutta - set the record str8
(migogutta)
(gang, ay, ay, ay, ay)
(hook)
tell me why they tryna throw dirt on my name
i gotta clear the air, gotta set the record straight
yeah, they call me lacking, but that get back on no day
thinking about (?) i promise ain’t n0body safe (nah)
he had the chance, he ain’t do it, i’ma say that’s really brave
i’ma catch you on the rebound, dunk on you like dwayne wade
mama asking me to change, don’t wanna see me in the grave
i told her that i love her, pray for your baby everyday
(verse 1)
everyday, everyday, mama please don’t lose no faith (no)
hoping god can keep mе safe, asking him to keep me sane
you gon’ еat or you gon’ starve, i know i’ma make a wave (watch out)
b~tch, i’m bringing my own wave, i ain’t tryna be cliche (yea)
i be staying in my lane, but they be tryna test the faith
so many people out here fake, salt and sugar look the same (oh yea)
i be distancing myself so i don’t feel any more pain
no one was really there when i was in juvenile detain
(hook)
tell me why they tryna throw dirt on my name (on my name)
i gotta clear the air, gotta set the record straight (record straight)
yeah, they call me lacking, but they’ll get back on no day (nope)
thinking about (?) i promise ain’t n0body safe
he had the chance, he ain’t do it, i’ma say that’s really brave
i’ma catch you on the rebound, dunk on you like dwayne wade
mama asking me to change, don’t wanna see me in the grave
i told her that i love her, pray for your baby everyday
(verse 2)
there’s some rumors in the wind
guess that must be turbulence
only doa’s here, he don’t need an ambulance
i don’t vent, i just smoke and rely on the substance
the way i don’t f~ck with pigs, you’ll think that i was muslim
not no lumberjack, but i love my words russian
we stay with them drums, but we don’t do percussion (for real)
he not getting far, cause we play with them b~ttons
if they ever try to squash it, it ain’t for discussion
i’m telling slim, we gon’ need a bigger scale
he say we need a money counter, cause we catching h~lla sales (for real)
got them jakes on our ass, had to shake him off our tail
free la mente out that (?), they holding him without a bail (out a bail)
you been flexing, that’s ain’t money
moldy bread it done turn stale
you know swavo on the way, they give him time cause n~ggas tell
i realized who got my back when i was sitting in that cell
if i make it out the hood, my whole team gonna prevail (for real)
i don’t really wanna rap homie, i’m tryna go and drill
i can’t really do it sober, you gon’ always pop a pill (pop a pill)
we play for keeps over here, in this game k!ll or be k!lled
tryna be flippin mobile, we gon’ smoke him on the grill
remember i’m on bond, capo telling me to chill
no w or double g, but we get grammy in the ville (thats facts)
i want his soul, just the thought of it, it give me a thrill
i’m the realest motherf~cker, you’ll meet a real spill
(for real, no kizzy)
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