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lirik lagu miko517 - str8 outta memphis

yea, miko517 in this mudaf~cka, ya know what i’m sayin’
b~tch i’m straight from da m~town
this how it get down down here

grew up in that jungle, i ain’t fold, i snapped
unc dipped out, left a glock and a trap
auntie prayed hard, but i still got jacked
i was thuggin’ too early with hate on my back
roaches crawled while i wrote out pain
blood on the floor, i was numb in the brain
all black hoodie like f~ck the fame
now it’s bands in the bag when i board that plane

i don’t do flaugin’, that’s ho sh~t, straight
say the wrong thing, get shot in the face
b~tch, i was broke, couldn’t eat off the plate
now i’m up talkin’ numbers with lawyers and weight
i was that kid with a stick in the drawer
not a school supply—had to up it for war
b~tch played sweet, now she down on all four
i don’t show lovе, i just double the score

n~gga talk sl!ck, i’ll crash his show
slidе through the back with a mask and pole
ain’t no warning, i just let sh~t blow
brains on the wall like a banksy, ho
i done seen mamas get stripped for rock
sons get popped with they mama’s glock
seen a b~tch set up her own blood for knots
now i keep my head down low and plot
i don’t play games, i play for keeps
f~ck a rapper, i’m a wolf in beats
i was raised by dealers and k!llas and freaks
used to hear gunshots when i brushed my t~~th
n~gga, this real, ain’t no metaphor sh~t
i done held steel with a suicide grip
i done cut ties with a blade and a trip
and i still might tweak if the tension flip

i stomped out a n~gga for bumpin’ my name
he done slipped at the corner, put that pressure to brain
ain’t no talkin’ when it’s beef, i just line up aim
turn a preacher to a victim in a drive~by frame
you was tweetin’ on yo phone, i was loaded and hurt
you was cappin’ in yo captions, i was down in the dirt
i was sleepin’ with a chop in my hoodie and shirt
if a f~ckboy flinch, he gon’ leave in a he~rs~

i ain’t signin’ no deals, i need bricks and perks
need land, need straps, need revenge to work
need 10 bad b~tches in a room with a clerk
one for the mind and the rest for the thirst
i’m tryna stack ben franks n~gga, f~ck the games
why these broke~ass n~ggas don’t like gettin’ paid?
rather beef online, post guns, then fade
b~tch, i want money and power, not praise
say you gangsta? better die for that post
say you outside? better ride with a ghost
i was in the field with a blade and a toast
you was in the house tryna dance for the hoes
i don’t want peace, b~tch, i want revenge
i don’t do hugs, i do blood and sins
say the wrong word, i’ma lift that fn
now your whole block lit like a festival tent

i came from nothin’, now i flex like satan
heart so cold, it don’t need no maintenance
whole lotta pain, but i never wrote statements
still ten toes when the beef get flagrant
i don’t talk love, i just talk my sh~t
don’t say my name if you not gone hit
whole lotta trauma in the way i spit
if i ever go broke, i’ma rob that l!ck

i still see demons when i blink too long
i still hear screams when the lights cut on
i still hear “f~ck you” in that family song
i still get chills when i ride back home
this for the n~ggas who ain’t had no help
this for the nights i was locked in that self
this for the pain i talk to myself
now i turn that sh~t to a general wealth
sh~t i mean generational but ya know what i’m sayin’
keep it like that, uh, miko
i’m straight out that m~town mane
ight this sh~t over with

- lirik lagu miko517

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