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strtsfphlly - ivy, the eternal lyrics

the summer nights can even turn cold
in the streets of philly where n*ggas don’t even get to turn old
my heart pumping ’til it turn gold
you n*ggas stuck in neutral, i’m ridin’ like
“f*ck it, it’s a long road”
sh*t, i’m the one, i’m like the lost soul
in the middle of heaven and h*ll
see, n*gga, only god knows
when your time gon’ come
and your eyes roll straight to the back
now you seeing all black
that mac go lean and that nine go crack
this that murder murder music to rewind you back
put that ruger all up to you, watch your mind go splat
all over the wall, n*gga, all over that raw
it’s the same ol’ meek, still the same og
got that crack music, listen, lеt your brain od
i be playing low key
me and onе of my n*ggas
riding through the city, plotting on some of the n*ggas
that be thinking they gon’ get me
i’ma run to you n*ggas
and that’s a couple dead bodies for a couple of n*ggas
chill
monster, sitting like a mobster
revolver on my lap, barrel full of black talons
i l!ck it at your squadron
roll up, like, “hold up”
start spitting while i’m driving
peel off, then roll* up
you n*ggas better slow up
before you bang the f*ck out
i aim, let it flame, blow your brains all the* (f*ck out!)
all over your shirt, since a youngin’ i was buckwild
all up in the dirt, ma screaming, “get the f*ck out!”
north where i was raised at
south philly, i played that (played that!)
wherever i’m around, i hold it down like a* (wave cap!)
yeah, my n*ggas stay strapped
blaze, and i’ma blaze back
all over that yolk, get your motherf*ckin’ egg cracked
north side of berks streeta and southside of eight balla
posted by the green gate, cops come, we* (scr*pe on ’em!)
n*ggas dropping tapes on ’em
tryna get us locked down
snitchin’ to the district?
that’s enough to get ya* (chopped down!)
that nine parabellum, f*ck around and get a n*gga momma cerebellum
they ain’t riding, man, they tellin’
i be sliding with a seven, all titanium
big boy sound, jump around when i’m flamin’ him
me, i play my role, gettin’ hoes like i’m chamberlain
same one you kissed, same one that* (give me cranium!)
every time i touch a gun, all i hear is, “damien”
tryna pipe me up to rock a n*gga like i’m*

- ivy the eternal lyrics

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