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lirik lagu kept a nine – call me schosa

lot of sh*t that i kept in i probably should of said n*gga
don’t be try’na look alive if u gon’ end up dead n*gga
my li’l shorty homicidal so she keep a lead wit her
don’t get blood all in yo’ dreads try’na get ahead n*gga
and it’s f*ck how u feelin’ im try’na get some bread with ya
if we can’t get to the money we don’t make sense n*gga
i was down low bummy ain’t even have a cent n*gga
got a pack and was juggin’ out where my mama rent n*gga
lot of sh*t i kept inside yeah i kept a nine
couldn’t sleep cause i was hungry lot up on my mind yeah
lot of sh*t i kept inside yeah i kept a nine
couldn’t sleep causе i was hungry got up on my grind yeah

lot of sh*t i kept inside whеn my brother died, we ain’t have direction
i got caught up wit my n*ggas start bangin’ for our protection
i was brought up with them n*ggas that’s slangin’ so they can flex and
really wasn’t even k!ll’as but play me and and we gon’ stretch em
never felt no affection by lookin at my reflection
i can tell its me against the world juggin’ from my connection
never had a collective the judged me for my complexion
told me light skin outta style i start ballin’ from my projections
i cried when my mama died prayin’ for my dissection
got high and made a move got me locked inside of corrections
my nephew was runnin’ wild brought a chopper for his collection
thought n*ggas loved me it was deception
lot of sh*t that i kept in i probably should of said n*gga
don’t be try’na look alive if u gon’ end up dead n*gga
my li’l shorty homicidal so she keep a lead wit her
don’t get blood all in yo’ dreads try’na get ahead n*gga
and it’s f*ck how u feelin’ im try’na get some bread with ya
if we can’t get to the money we don’t make sense n*gga
i was down low bummy ain’t even have a cent n*gga
got a pack and was juggin’ out where my mama rent n*gga
lot of sh*t i kept inside yeah i kept a nine
couldn’t sleep cause i was hungry lot up on my mind yeah
lot of sh*t i kept inside yeah i kept a nine
couldn’t sleep cause i was hungry got up on my grind yeah

keepin’ it hundred b*tch you died when you went and lied, we was cool as f*ck
but you got caught up wit yo’ loyalty over a couple bucks
i got n*ggas try’na boil me over b*tches i f*cked
i had b*tches screamin’ spoil me all i wanted was royalty
i went of deep end for understanding my buoyancy
my boys ain’t see the vision i had and started ignorin’ me
my choice was in the kitchen was whippin’ it to enormities
n*ggas dead’ed me off i got paper they started mournin’ me
normally, i would never ever trust thot
and ain’t no changin’ up the code i’m a hustler that all i got
went from bustin’ em down to rocks into bustin’ em out the block
thought these n*ggas loved me till i was caught
lot of sh*t that i kept in i probably should of said n*gga
don’t be try’na look alive if u gon’ end up dead n*gga
my li’l shorty homicidal so she keep a lead wit her
don’t get blood all in yo’ dreads try’na get ahead n*gga
and it’s f*ck how u feelin’ im try’na get some bread with ya
if we can’t get to the money we don’t make sense n*gga
i was down low bummy ain’t even have a cent n*gga
got a pack and was juggin’ out where my mama rent n*gga
lot of sh*t i kept inside yeah i kept a nine
couldn’t sleep cause i was hungry lot up on my mind yeah
lot of sh*t i kept inside yeah i kept a nine
couldn’t sleep cause i was hungry got up on my grind yeah

- call me schosa

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