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ja morant - ebk bckdoe lyrics

[verse]
shot a n*gga he was 6’4 (ja morant)
before rap, i used to trap, n*gga kick door
i was on the road with two b*tches, i need ten more
them n*ggas been in stock for ten years, n*ggas still broke
blood need to hang it up and stop gang banging
mike amiri jeans, match dior n*gga chain swaning
call baby stain, lil’ baby will n*gga bake bacon
i took a lil’ buck leg shot, so i can’t chase him

let me tell you ’bout some sh*t life the other day
you see a grimey light skin n*gga, oh that’s brother zay
brother tryna play both sides, but i can’t save him
left blood at the gas station, shout out uncle david
we could fed, or we could shoot, or we could bang it out
pulled a skit with the dreads on me, had to take ’em out
brothеr said he finna left right, i’m finna take him south
i was young, thuggin’ on thе bike .50 hanging out
now we back to back foreigns, amg trucks
hit the store, prolly grab a sprite and like three cups
i done pulled up with a perc, gave him a c plus
blood got booed off stage, they said he sucks
i’m prolly up 100 bands with no diamonds on me
i’m high off this lil’ gg, shout out diamond tony
i came a long way from kicking doors, eating rice a roni
you could have a good label deal, i ain’t signing on it
blood can’t shoot 3s, [shack cashew?]
think when blood tried to overdose on a bad pill
a n*gga tried to run from fn, how that back feel?
might come 22 beam with a fat grill
or i might come cool, in a audi truck
bouncing out the foregin ski mask on, tryna body some’
i could tell how this n*gga move and he ain’t body nothin’
i just had a dream ’bout a call and had to call my cousin
he said i got a lil’ mud and started acting funny
all i see is missed calls and everybody number
they threw a lil’ get together, i ain’t even coming
and them b*tches did me dirt so it’s hard to love ’em
blood said f*ck the hood, n*gga stay facts
smoking 8 pack on 8 block, this is straight gas
free maxx, n*gga free the j and free ray cash
n*ggas out of pocket, moissanite wearing straight glass
all you gotta do is listen i’m just talking to you
blood tryna funk, we could hoop or i could walk him to you
i just poured lil’ douce up, now i’m talking stupid
all them other lil’ n*ggas scared so i’m ’bout to do it
d*mn near picked the mic up and start rapping n*gga
d*mn near picked a pole up and start clapping n*ggas
blood walk around leaking, they ain’t grab this n*gga
now his ass on a shirt, like the last lil’ n*gga
stand over blood, give him 3 shots
i just gave yo b*tch the d n*gga free mob
marcarelli boys on my mama b*tch i’m 3pac
i’m done chasing n*ggas down, b*tch my feet hot
think i’m done popping percs, need a detox
n*gga shout out coach reesh, n*gga d lock
blood mad ’cause every time he drop, n*gga he flop
and i’m finna trip again, when the beat drop
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- ebk bckdoe lyrics

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