ghetto qaran - envy caine lyrics
[verse 1]
snowman told me trap or die
i got the blueprint and learned how to rob, told ’em, “give me the loot”
dream chasin’, i heard gucci mane and thought he was a god
real n*gga, debit [?], swappin’ fake funds, bleed ’em, brodie know i been a fraud
i might rap good, my face good for wholesale, no matter what i be livin’ large
risk it all when it’s time to ball
jump out different cars, gotta fl!ck ’em all
nowadays a n*gga die, everybody high, [?] put him in a song
i know they felt that, shot him with h*llcat, he saw demon he couldn’t dodge
i was born to profit, you can check the book, you think lifе chess then you a p*wn
bettеr not play with coka, free smoke potent, do a magic trick and get him gone
hit the road speakin’ code, outta town call me moe like i’m from the bronx
left her door open now my left arm infiltratin’, i’ma play along
you could pick a side they all got the belt, so when they dissin’ i ain’t gon’ respond
nine bl**dy summers, went to war, free them outstandin’ members in the yard
he get money, shoot n*ggas, turn rat, they still jack him, man, this sh*t washed
i done put in pain when it’s black rain, fl!ckin’ n*ggas down, send ’em up to god
i felt like i did it all but when it’s b*lls down n0body answerin’ a n*gga but god
[verse 2]
son couldn’t even bounce the ball, i made every shot shootin’ in the gym
turned up, made a play with n*ggas, yeah, they all switched up but i’ll do it again
got clients they only want blue 30’s, they don’t care it’s a whole lotta fent’
i might pull up and pop a n*gga, i don’t play [?], they know how i get
take a shot you could die like a vaccine
on the first of every month havin’ crack dreams
start a quickie on the plug gettin’ over sellin’ wet work and tryna tax me
fell in love with drink 2013, hi*tech, baby, sippin’ mad lean
all the opps know been givin’ belt, them n*ggas felt the wraith from my last scene
man, f*ck a rap deal i’m tryna cop some bricks
last watch i took i tried to pop his wrist
when the red left i i went to qualitest
no more wockhardt, now we buyin’ tris
slap so many treesh that i don’t gotta pick
when it’s good head it’s like i gotta hit
n*ggas tried to cross me, you could call it karma, it’s one last opp that i gotta get
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