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lirik lagu southside raised me – 3xbravo

[chorus]
i got sh*t to lose, so i hang with n*ggas that done, lost a couple screws
so they brazy, i’m talking h*lla’ crazy (h*lla’ crazy)
born and raised in the eight side 4, 10, baby
atlanta, atlanta made me (on god)
yeah the, southside raised me (on god)
got 2, hundred on the dash, n*gga scared to race me (on god)
i got the police wastin’ gas, cuz they tryna’ chase me (on god)
i got no, books inside my bookbag, that’s where glocks and draces’ be (on god)

[verse 1]
i got 4 pockets full, like baby (like baby)
so i had to buy some cargo pants, more pockets i can fit it in
vlone on my body, f*ck a friend, i let my brothers in
this ain’t happen overnight, you don’t know bout’ the work that i was puttin in
hoes ain’t wanna f*ck me, ’till i got rich, they started comin in
you wanna sneak*diss like a hoe, i’ma treat you like a b*tch then
they talk behind my back like hoes, i swear to god these n*ggas feminine
you thought they let me in this rap sh*t, h*ll nah, i keep that dough in

[pre*chorus]
i’m so slept on, pretty little vest but when we shoot, b*tch your neck gone
she ain’t never have lift the weights in her life, but her head strong
almost fell in love and f*cked around, and put a ring on her
can’t stay in one spot for a long time, i’ma road runner
let her on, but i don’t really wanna, but i f*ck wit gunna
hang around some n*ggas that lift you up, and i gone put you under
tryna’ get away from all this rain, but i keep hearin’ thunder
waiting for the sun to come up
[chorus]
i got sh*t to lose, so i hang with n*ggas that done, lost a couple screws
so they brazy, i’m talking h*lla’ crazy (h*lla’ crazy)
born and raised in the eight side 4, 10, baby
atlanta, atlanta made me (on god)
yeah the, southside raised me (on god)
got 2, hundred on the dash, n*gga scared to race me (on god)
i got the police wastin’ gas, cuz they tryna’ chase me (on god)
i got no, books inside my bookbag, that’s where glocks and draces’ be (on god)

[verse 2]
runnin laps around these n*ggas, and that’s why they hate me
can’t put no trust inside a n*gga, cuz they gon’ betray me
i keep my circle small, don’t want no new n*ggas ’round me
got some secrets that i’ll never tell, ‘gon go to the grave wit me
i know i ball like lebron, but my n*ggas ad
everything i do a movie, it should be on bet
i’m talking, move theatres, flatscreens, on your tv
n*ggas do not f*ck wit me, for real they really envy me
take my dogs off the leash, if you really wanna play
my eyes baggy as f*ck, i’ve been working all day
f*ck sport, i got track mode, if you really wanna race
this choppa for any n*gga that tryna’ get in my way

- 3xbravo

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