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lirik lagu switch the beat up – dj booker & nle choppa

[intro]
(ayy, draco, how you do that?)

[chorus]
ayy, switch the beat up, couple n*ggas folded on me, they can’t speak up (they can’t speak up)
got up in that jam, you copped it up, we call it hiccups (we call it hiccups)
never talked to police, something my og had teached us (taught us)
some n*ggas got different upbringers that sh*t be f*cked up (f*cked up)
gtl cars, i’m telling teevo what this sh*t like (what this sh*t like)
told him that i’m livin’ life but he the one that’s facin’ life (facin’ life)
havin’ dreams of him bein’ free every other night (every other night)
gavе some money to his daughter just to makе her christmas right (christmas right)

[verse]
can’t forget my ogp’s stressed, cause he took a plea
still classhin’ head behind bars, but it’s love g
life i’m livin’ might not pick up every call when it ring
never hollywood, i’m just workin’ out what you makin’ seem
big burden on my back, need me a chiropractor
real life and entertainment, it’s hard to balance that
choose my heart or my feelings, determines where my head at (where my head at)
sometimes make the wrong decisions, but i ain’t regret yet (i ain’t regret yet)
i got a centile for my dawgs behind the wall i’ma ball till i fall, and when i do i’ma get back up (i’ma get back up)
give this sh*t my all, big steppa, you should crawl, i’m bigger now
i was small, i remember when i ain’t had nothin’ (i ain’t had nothin’)
it was nothin’ that i had, but everything i had wanted
now i got it all, but what i need, i’m still lookin’ for it
if it ain’t about peace and happiness, i feel it ain’t important
more money, more problems, more n*ggas and b*tches, more informants
gino dies through the night, the next day i was still mournin’
bullets stuck between his eye, that sh*t had left my vision blurry
i was poppin’ perc’ 10’s, 20’s, and them stephen curry’s
pain was still occurrin’, can’t believe that you was gettin’ buried
d*mn, thinkin’ when is sh*t gon’ end, all my enemies was friends
if i ever die, i want the opps that came from within the circle i’m in
do my time in the pen, ‘fore i’m crossed again (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
never, again, ever, let you, get up, on me, ‘fore, i get you
i got the ups on every n*gga that want me underneath (want me underneath)
my personality different from the sh*t i did in the streets
shot my day one cause my baby mama wasn’t sneaky link
he was f*ckin’ with the opps who was deeper than what you think (deeper than what you think)
so much love for big scott, that’s my guy
i ain’t scream you well, when he got shot, i let off five
billion streams up, slime behind the tent, stolo ride
caught them n*ggas on they block, check the news, it’s televised
i ain’t lyin’ for my vine, slang iron, if the table was reversed
i want the same love from her (brrt, brrt)
yuh, ah, used to light my blunt stuff, used to light my cuff doubled up and all my beef was stuck
i ain’t tellin’ no joke, now i hold my wrist up
pockets look like stuffed crust and all my opps untouched
but i ain’t duckin’ no smoke
tell them n*ggas we can get it, still ridin’ ’round this city
by my lonely with this .50, think it’s glue to my lap
i was bummy, now i’m litty, want a billy, f*ckin’ milli
i ain’t stoppin’, i ain’t quittin’, that’s how i got where i’m at
and my future bright, my past dark
came a long way from the start, i’m closer to the finish line
i’m exhausted, but i got heart
marathon must continue, i don’t know when it’s gon’ end
see myself comin’ in first from all the work that i put in (n*gga)
check this, n*gga
[chorus]
ayy, switch the beat up, couple n*ggas folded on me, they can’t speak up
got up in that jam you copped it up, we call it hiccups
never talked to police, something my og had teached us
some n*ggas got different upbringers that sh*t be f*cked up
gtl cars, i’m telling teevo what this sh*t like
told him that i’m livin’ life but he the one that’s facing life
havin’ dreams of him bein’ free every other night
gave some money to his daughter just to make her christmas right

[outro]
ogp’s stressed, cause he took a plea
still classhin’ head behind bars, but it’s love g
[?]

- dj booker nle choppa

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