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52404 - gavin hall lyrics

[intro]
yeah
i’m from way up north, from the
uhh, i’m from, uhh
(louis)

[hook]
i’m from way up north, from the southwest side, from the 404 (yeah)
slide wit’ my dawgs, we don’t do no barking, we hit that l!ck, and we on go (skr*skrrt)
ain’t have no ride, had to walk to the wins, now i got that ride, and i drive real slow (yeah, i do)
all this pain inside my bag, so when i flex, i just know it’s growth (oh, yeah)

all the hatin’ ain’t do nothin, but gas me — thank you bro (thank you, bro)
no cosigns, no handouts, man you know i’m in that mode (in that mode)
i’m steady breakin’ hearts, my love is a stereo (stereo hearts)
now they all tuned in, turn the t.v on with no remote (cl!ck*cl!ck*cl!ck*cl!ck*cl!ck)

[verse 1]
yeah, i was locked in whеn they told me i couldn’t (now what?)
pull up clean and i flеx like i should’ve (for real)
ain’t no handouts — had to make what they wouldn’t
now i pop out the blue like a check mark hoodie (i do)

i was counted out, now i’m countin’ up dozens
used to get curved, now they send hearts in public (wow)
told ’em “just wait” — they was laughin’ and judging
now they tell me, “we always knew no discussion.” (facts)
[bridge]
i don’t owe n0body sh*t, just the kid i was before
the one who dreamed of stages, screamin’ loud behind that door
i did it for that version of me — headphones up on the floor
who believed i was the one, way before the world was sure (louis)

[verse 2]
i just caught a body — the beat dead, toe tag, flatline (grr*grrahh)
still slidin’ on it like the track mine (skr*skr*skr*skr*skrrt)
left the booth smoky like halftime
she call me toxic, i call it a good sign (hahaha)

i ain’t even write this down just freestyled my pain (it’s off of the dome)
made a hit while my uber stuck in the rain
made a flip off a flow, now they think i’m insane
my ex said “you changed” — yeah, that’s the aim
glock in the booth, that’s my adlib mic
shawty said “vibe” — i said “swipe right” (haha)
used to be broke, now i count by sight
beat so dead, it need last rites

walk in the stu like i own that b*tch
mic so hot it, i could toast that b*tch (for real?)
verse so cold, made the engineer glitch
bar so sl!ck i could ghost my b*tch, uh

i’m in my ghost and i’m ghostin’ my b*tch (for real)
off of the dome and you know it’s a hit (for real!)
don’t know no mitch, but i’m sendin’ a blitz (grr*grrrahh)
his face on a shirt now he really got drip
still the same kid from the 319 — 524*o*4 (319)
but now i just walk like i’m it

- gavin hall lyrics

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