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lirik lagu i’m a g – styles p

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[styles p:]
most of us came from a broken home;
drownin’ in my sorrows, drinkin’ liquor, tryna smoke alone. (alone!)
argue with my wife; so i broke my phone
throw it on the wall, tryna ball, but they playin’ zone! (playin’ zone!)
connect is actin’ funny with the work,
like my money didn’t work. – they gon’ end up gettin’ murked. (murked!)
the label actin’ funny with the deal
like the sh-t that i be spittin’ on the record wasn’t real! (real!)
hood mad but they know a n-gg- riiide;
but the hate and jealousy – can blow a n-gg- high! (high!)
the other day i said i know a n-gg- f-cked;
when i played the bodega – it was two dollars for the dutch. (dutch!)
to keep it real, we livin in real tiiime,
and i feel a n-gg-‘s pain but they never can feel mine! (mine!)
and so i’m on the go with the green light,
i don’t even sleep; how the f-ck could i dream right?

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yeaaaa-eeeee-yeeeaaaahh, eeeee-yeeeeeeahh!
they keep tellin’ meee – things gettin’ better…
yeaaaa-eeeee-yeeeaaaahh, eeeee-yeeeeeeahh!
but i’m a do me. – you can say whatever; i’m a geeee!

[styles p:]
ghost – never on the swag sh-t!
guess it’s a sad thing my tarot card is magic. (magic!)
i remember i ain’t never have sh-t
december was cold but – february was drastic! (drastic!)
so pardon my n-gg-z and what they traffic;
or if they seem cold when the murder scene’s tragic. (tragic!)
n-gg-z can talk sh-t! (talk sh-t!) – we don’t even glimpse.
n-gg-z can get hit. – we don’t even wince! (wince!)
come with an “entourage” and i don’t mean vince;
purple ape in a purple porsche. – of course i’m playin’ prince! (prince!)
or lookin’ through the sky light, my light;
and i zip my lips the minute they read my rights. (my rights!)
blowin on a long dutch, inhale!
how i lie? i’d rather die than be in jail! (in jail!)
it’s all good ’til it’s all bad,
and the ugly n-gg-z gon’ crash your broad’s pad!

[chorus]

[styles p:]
i keep it movin’ in my new j.o.’s
on them blocks – where them young boys move yayo. (yayo!)
they salute like: “whattup o.g.? ” – i salute;
cause it’s the “wild wild west” like – kool moe dee! (kool moe dee!)
what they do for a two-door b – and a nice watch?
blow your brains out when the cocaine price drop (price drop!)
like: “yeah, i know my man got life ock; ”
“the game don’t stop so pull the weed out your night sock! ” (night sock!)
yeah! – it’s like that, ain’t it?
my down south n-gg-z that got the lex painted. (painted!)
my east coast n-gg-z that got the benz kitted;
don’t it hurt when they snitch and you found out your friends did it? (did it!)
i thought it’s ‘money over b-tches’ but
n-gg-z throw money at b-tches so let’s kick it! (kick it!)
if you really live by the g code:
shoot a couple of guns! – hurry up and reload!

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- styles p

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