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lirik lagu are we live – bigal harrison

i should be the first pick in the draft
i ain’t no bust n*gga
humble days
when i used catch the bus n*gga
we ain’t have no whip
momma had to make us lunch n*gga
you ain’t felt no pressure
like when bills ain’t paid
for months n*gga
sh*t was a issue
but i was blind
to ways that they get you
they threw us in predicaments
where all the drama stick with you
i never ran in no issues
but if i did then it’s homicide
always been official
on the stand ima tell a lie
cause the coppers
a set you up
like y’all really monsters
my brother died
by thе rooftop
right beside the projеcts
we come from harlem
we stunt on n*ggas
yo what’s the problem?
it’s in our process
get money n*gga
yeah that’s the object
i was formulating paths
to the bag
i got visions
me in cali
speeding fast in a jag
in the slow lane
these n*ggas snorting lines
of cocaine
thinking they could
f*ck with the god
i’m spitting real game
are we live
put yo hands
to the sky…
and middle finger
if you high…
you know legends
never die
we grow wings and we fly
i been
ice cold
boy i’m on my sh*t
man made ill
i’m as sick as it gets
if she go down
that’s one h*ll of a trip
first round draft
i’m one h*ll of a pick

ice cold boy i’m on my sh*t
man made ill
i’m as sick as it gets
if she go down
that’s one h*ll of a trip
first round draft
i’m one h*ll of a pick
ya b*tch give me a ring
i’m in and out it like a boxer
the check clear
catch me eating pasta
like a mobster
i pulled ya card
most y’all n*ggas out here
is imposters
living a facade
p*ssy n*gga
make yo mind up
do you wanna be a thug?
or do you wanna wake em up?
spending money in the club
when you don’t really
got no funds
n*gga you a f*cking dub
got my n*ggas laughing at you
hop in the booth
i’m spazzing on you
ask ya mans i’m mad official
i don’t need no pen for this sh*t
my tongue sharp like darts
pop n*ggas like balloons
you step in the mix
you never had that hunger for more
my flow pure colombian raw
straight from the dungeon
y’all don’t know what’s in store
i used to play ball
we keeping the score
we beating n*ggas in the 4th quarter
game winners, blowouts and all
f*ck you talking bout
walk in my shoes
before you run ya mouth
we don’t take no for an answer
we pick a different route
tired of being humble
i come from that jungle
where these n*ggas
prolly gun you
down…
cause you winning
and they wanna see you fumble
i will never crumble
foundation strong
built it from the ground up
off the hustle
n*ggas flexing muscle
we pull up
don’t wanna rumble
y’all get real quiet
like dogs with a muzzle
got they mind bending
tryna figure out the puzzles
it’s so simple
all you gotta find out
is who really love you

- bigal harrison

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