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lirik lagu nems - where you know me from

[intro]
hunnit shots (brrrat)
i only need one though (hahahaha)
yeah
(f-ck ya lyfe until the casket drops)
i mean, y’all n-gg-s been livin’ good
(f-ck ya lyfe until the casket drops)
n-gg-s been shinin’, all that
(f-ck ya lyfe until the casket drops)
i been out here grindin’
(f-ck ya lyfe until the casket drops)
it’s my turn
(f-ck ya lyfe until the casket drops)
(f-ck ya lyfe until the casket drops)
gorilla

[verse 1]
n-gg-s get paroled to a shelter
ramen noodles for they first meal, sh-t
they ain’t eating right
just did a decade
happy to be home with a job
wear they reflector vest to sleep at night
them n-gg-s there know that i’m the dopest
you in the crib hating smoking blunts filled with roaches (f-ck outta here)
i get it in with the shooters
while you five deep, zero b-tches, chippin’ in for hookah
fat n-gg- anirtala on my arm piece
cuban cigar, sippin’ zimas out in palm beach
that body from o-4 still haunts me
b-tch, shut ya motherf-ckin’ mouth when the don speak
it’s kinda hard to have dreams and aspirations
when the time don’t run out on the statute of limitations
armed robberies, i’ll sn-tch it, no hesitation
i’m a coney island legend, the statue’s in front of nathan’s
they shot homie at the dice game, took all his cheddar (bow)
i’m just mad they k!lled him ‘fore he got to four or better
they looked at me and p-ssed his cash and watch
and said, “nems, it’s f-ck ya lyfe until the casket drops
we ’bout all that n-gg-
in these streets showin’ and provin’
the ‘gram couldn’t tell you half the sh-t that i be doin’
in ya hood more than you are, keepin’ the brand movin’
g’s on our heads but we the ones doin’ the shootin’ (bah)
nah, f-ck it, i don’t wanna stop
ak ya whole f-ckin’ building, n-gg- i don’t want the glock
shoot at ya head, f-ck a warning shot
snuffin’ industry n-gg-s at parties like i don’t wanna pop
gorilla nems, i’m that n-gg- they hate
buck fifty through the window while you sit in your wraith, h
i told her, “chill, gunther, get in your place”
tried to call me by my government i spit in her face

[chorus]
where you know me from?
(yo, state ya name, ya zip code, social security, atm, ebt, all that)
where you know me from?
(who the f-ck sent you over here, n-gg-? i’ll smack the sh-t out ya uncle, whoever, n-gg-, what)
where you know me from?
(you know where the f-ck you at n-gg-? this my sh-t, my sh-t homie)
where you know me from?
(i never heard of you duke, keep bangin’ motherf-cker, lyfer-gang)

[verse 2: conway]
look
i run through that shortcut, let the shotty buck (boom, boom)
hit them p-ssy n-gg-s make em lose a body part (gang)
had n-gg-s sick when they see that masi park
hopped out rocking the suedefade wally clarks (you see me, n-gg-)
i been through sh-t n-gg-s have not seen (uh huh)
wash the dishes b-tch get them pots clean (get in there)
i’m like the shootin’ guard on the top team (uh huh)
wig shot made his top lean (brrrt)
left him laid out front of the liquor store (gas)
seen his brains h-t the windows, said, “that’s it for sure” (uh)
i got the rap game in a figure four
top ten verses of the year i got like six or more (hahaha)
free my dog behind the prison wall (free my n-gg-)
ma n-gg-s take ya money like it isn’t yours (haa)
i don’t want the yayo if it isn’t pure
so don’t hit my phone unless you want a brick or more (machine)

[bridge]
where you know me from?
(watch ya mother f-ckin mouth n-gg-
where you know me from?)

[verse 3]
i got that “nems, you gettin’ fat” money
bank account say i’m movin’ bricks, that’s just hat money
boy, knock that b-tch n-gg- out in front of police
bail and lawyers on me, i got that money (yup, yup)
bout to hire a team of workers to ship and deliver my merchandise
that’s staff money, ain’t that funny? (yup)
’cause i remember there were nights i didn’t have money
did it on my own and you never can take that from me
come and try, n-gg-, i’ll put you in a coma (bop)
say it’s lonely at the top, well i’ve always been a loner (uh)
b-tch i’ll make ya boyfriend go to the store to buy me dutches and i don’t even smoke
’cause he a doja (he ain’t tough)
yea i don’t smoke and i hate drinkin’
but i’ll shoot you right in front of ya b-tch like abe lincoln (bop)
was at a barbecue earlier
ma man said, “gorilla, how you not signed to a label? what is they thinkin’?”
i said it won’t be long ‘fore they acknowledge it
built my whole sh-t off of sk!lls, i never politic
real n-gg-s and college kids
know they ain’t a rapper as hot as this
but even if there was i’d f-ckin’ rock their sh-t
where you know me from?

[outro]
uh-huh, oh yea?
then let me hold a gun
f-ck outta here, n-gg-
nems

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