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lirik lagu lay down – obie trice

[obie trice]
here we go

[verse 1: obie trice]
you could get popped; it’s a possibility up in my vicinity
poppin off with that hostile energy
in a hospital with a doctor getting in
when adrenaline is mixed with an obnoxious temperament
honestly i got a monster pistol gripped
and i commence to spit, none of y’all exempt from it
spit, spit, p-sses from it
you get stiff from it, church man see your box plummet
and i will never let ’em give it to me
i gotta live to be one hundred and three
gotta reach my epitome, wanna seize my enemy
and receive my penalty n-gg-

[chorus 2x]
lay down! (lay down..)
i’m a man, man
i ain’t runnin, i’ma stand wit my gun in my hand
i got plans and a place to be!

[verse 2: obie trice]
i ain’t tryna c-cky wit it, but i’m a n-gg- from the block that did it
got a nine that’s livid, i ain’t tryna see the box in prison
getting knocked outta my position
now i got a pot to p-ss in, p-ssed off motherf-ckers’ mouth off – b-tchin
probably cause he lack ambition, so his wack decisions
get mad at the n-gg- that’s getting ’em
that’s when he see the next n-gg- that’s h-ttin him
with a vigorous pistol over this ridiculous issue
dismiss you, in attempt to
take me out my motherf-ckin tempo n-gg-

[chorus 2x]
lay down! (lay down..)
i’m a man, man
i ain’t runnin, i’ma stand wit my gun in my hand
i got plans and a place to be!

[verse 3: obie trice]
n-gg-z get nauseated, a artist made it
had it hard against odds and emanc-p-ted
to the floor i spit cause, god d-mn they hate it
to see the lady they dated caterin to the latest
shadiest artist, up in my radius
get faded with a plated revolver
rated me r, haters get faded with horror
erased, no fate for tomorrow
all cause he think he hard tough
got a car cause, he was runnin at the mouth, hush
i will never let ’em give it to me
i gotta live to be one hundred and three
gotta reach my epitome, or decease my enemy
and receive my penalty, that’ll be the end of he
tryna seize my ent-ties, finna be the end of his ident-ty
when i tell him to

[chorus 2x]

- kumpulan lirik lagu obie trice