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lirik lagu for mine – dave east & cruch calhoun

[intro: cruch calhoun]
rich
rich n*ggas, poor n*ggas
rich n*ggas, broke n*ggas
upper class, poor n*ggas
uh

[chorus: cruch calhoun]
rich n*ggas, poor n*ggas
big clout, broke n*ggas
dope dealers, coke sniffers
still living with no hope n*ggas
real n*ggas, ho n*ggas
might have broke the law but still, followed by the cold n*ggas
ones that never told, this for them, silence is made of gold n*ggas
stood on ten toes n*ggas
they came home ain’t get in no trouble, got off parole n*ggas
“my baby need me, so i gotta make it back home” n*ggas
and the wrong decisions’ll have you wrapped up with the wrong n*ggas

[verse 1: cruch calhoun]
the right decisions, how you right where you belong, n*gga?
be a wack n*gga
just be yourself, don’t try to be like all these rap n*ggas
half the time that sh*t ain’t even that n*ggas
this for my—
get taken out your comfort zone, but still adapt n*ggas
turn anything in the world into a trap n*ggas
this for the—
ones that make it happen, feel like the world on my back n*ggas
the ones that keep it street, they don’t at n*ggas
this for the—
ones that played the streets, but got some time n*ggas
then realize this sh*t different, went and got a job n*ggas
this for my live n*ggas, still outside n*ggas
to all my crip n*ggas, blood n*ggas, gangster n*ggas (derrickonthebeat), thug n*ggas
[chorus: cruch calhoun & dave east]
rich n*ggas, poor n*ggas (uh)
big clout, broke n*ggas (uh)
dope dealers, coke sniffers (yeah)
still living with no hope n*ggas (yeah)
real n*ggas, ho n*ggas (thirty)
might have broke the law but still (for thirty), followed by the cold n*ggas (thirty)
ones that never told, this for them, silence is made of gold n*ggas
stood on ten toes n*ggas (ten)
they came home ain’t get in no trouble, got off parole n*ggas
“my baby need me, so i gotta make it back home” n*ggas (back home)
and the wrong decisions’ll have you wrapped up with the wrong n*ggas

[verse 2: dave east]
this for my trap brothers, yankee hat wearers
from the crack era (crack era)
pain get hard to hide, can see it on they face like mascara (i can see)
black wearers, delancey street shopping, tryna grab leather
bubba goose when it got freezing out, that sh*t had mad feathers
this for dice n*ggas, head crackers, even ask ’bout us (ask ’bout us)
this for n*ggas broke that like to talk ’bout when they had cheddar
this for n*ggas hatin’, in they dna, they dad jealous (dad was jealous)
this for n*ggas that wasn′t allowed to do sh*t, now the bag let ’em (the money talk)
this for twenty*five to lifers, this for all the sacrifices (sacrifice)
this for b*tches really mean, but for dollars, they act the nicest (they mean)
this for all the homies lost their life ’cause liquor had ’em hyper (too hyper)
this for homies that grew up rumblin’, just know you had to fight us (run that paper)
this for n*ggas spend they last to cop a new dior fit
this for unc’ that’s drunk, he love beer, he just want a coors sip (that all?)
this for gangsters hangin’ ’round rappers, tryna extort sh*t (not me)
this for sentences the judge givin’ that make the court flip, stay cautious
[chorus: cruch calhoun]
rich n*ggas, poor n*ggas
big clout, broke n*ggas
dope dealers, coke sniffers
still living with no hope n*ggas
real n*ggas, ho n*ggas
might have broke the law but still, followed by the cold n*ggas
ones that never told, this for them, silence is made of gold n*ggas
stood on ten toes n*ggas
they came home ain’t get in no trouble, got off parole n*ggas
“my baby need me, so i gotta make it back home” n*ggas
and the wrong decisions’ll have you wrapped up with the wrong n*ggas

- dave east cruch calhoun

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