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lirik lagu practice/mac 10 wounds – amun ra

i got knocked out, but i bounced back
with no clientele, with no help
armored vest coz the streets ain’t safe my n*gga
new ice coz the heat got hotter my n*gga
back in 17′ k*9s sniffed my n*ggas
really would be nothing, without all my n*ggas
‘coz these b*tches come and go
when my n*ggas really just wanted to blow
my charlie been kicking sh*t, since birth
westside boogie, he my homie from the dirt
laid back crusin, with my n*gga zila
listening to common
talkin’ about life, tryna bring the common
sense to this sh*t
how my n*gga lost his dad but still lived
how these b*tches talk about karma and thеn sin?
how i said sorry but homie is still p*ssed?
how i want peacе but homie is still p*ssed?
in the valley…
in the valley of the pythons
all i see is snakes and cheap thots
you a pedestrian
and my drunk uncle running from, police
and my black sister got bullied, to sleep
where we get the cake and we share wit our family
we guerrilla in this criminal war
we gon reeler in this criminal war
sun’s gon hit you, it’s going to leave your eyes sore
oh god, late nights, writing
oh god, hope it pay off
ask my n*gga daro…man i put the work in, with my right and left foot
know how a connec’ look
know in street fights that you cannot bring a text book
y’all gon throw the rocks and shade
i throw the dictionary

f*cking up my whole family structure to clear the day for her
when i was home, going thru the problem alone
lord i should’ve prayed more
but i didn’t
that’s tight rope
that’s pyro
that’s pyro
that’s pyro*technics
how i blow the bus, but still got the checklist uh
monalisa owner, i’m an organ donar and a f*cking stoner

wouldn’t trade my brother digga
he my flesh and my blood
really won’t stop till a n*gga get blue blood
and i won’t stop till a n*gga like suge knight

so many times my brother jani man could’ve died
so many times they’d stab you and then pass you the knife
so many times i’d come up i know they hearts ain’t right
sh*t ain’t really peaceful, coz we ain’t…. equals
messing with my n*ggas, know bullets don’t tickle
care less about the money, man you can give me nickle, i’m lying
i said bullet don’t tickle

f*ck me up, n*ggas get dropped like the summer heat
f*ck me up, n*ggas dropped like december heat
f*ck me up, n*ggas get dropped like f*cking single
never leave a single witness on the f*cking court i…
never leave f*cking witness on the f*cking counter, true story
n*ggas suffer weakness like f*cking allegory
back when all the singers were praying for the glory
and my n*ggas blaze it up sweet propane
and my n*ggas just passed 12 lets celebrate
and my n*gga pablo, f*ck he wake and bake
and my n*ggas praying for me
i am on a eighth
a n*gga been waking up h*rny its time to eat nah
and i got nothing for n*ggas but mac 10 wounds
leonardo da vinci, my b*tch monalisa(uh

- amun ra

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