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everybody's gone - ot the real lyrics

[chorus]
all the sh*t that i be on
helped me put the paper in my palm
yeah, the sh*t that i be on
all pressure, it’s making me get strong
’cause everybody’s gone
i had to prove everybody wrong
that’s the sh*t that i be on

[verse 1]
lately, i’ve been drumming, homie
just got the pistol from my homie that he shot my other homie with
but that’s another story
round here, ride out for yourself, it’s mandatory
and a bullet wound is self*explanatory
the streets love me and thе fans adore me
old friends in my storiеs, like, “what up, ot? can you score me?
sign for the low, come on, sign for your bro”
it’s love coming from the strangers and favours from ones you know
i got issues n0body knows, i got pistols i’ll never show
i got kids, i’ll make your family get smaller to see mine grow
just got some b*tter, i’d love it to see the stove
cut made the coke melt, i gotta keep it cold
bro on tour stuck like, “i gotta see my po”
if i’m dropping a sixty*two, i gotta see least three o’s
i’m really getting sh*t jumping at all these shows
bro inherited a quarter ticket and stuck it all in his nose
i guess i turned to a hustler with a soul
black forces supreme now and ain’t no twenties in my soul
they caught my man with fake money and he told
what a p*ssy, he was good, he coulda shut up and been home
i got homies in the grave that i miss, i’m sick
i got homies still alive that i wish got hit
i really went from nick rock shifts to big block flips
i took the rock and i compressed it like a tiktok mix
[chorus]
all the sh*t that i be on
helped me put the paper in my palm
yeah, the sh*t that i be on
all pressure, it’s making me get strong
’cause everybody’s gone
i had to prove everybody wrong
that’s the sh*t that i be on

[verse 2]
lately, i’ve been drumming, homie
at night, i call to talk to god, he don’t say nothing to me
it’s getting dark, i probably got some karma coming for me
probably some sh*t that i did that i didn’t have to do
now it’s judgement for me
probably a secret i’d have took to the grave
crooked and crazed from all the crack we cooked in the shade
it’s only robbing if you took it when you looked in their face
i guess it’s logic, we get put in our place, i had to take a l
go on, little homie, save yourself
i’m so far gone, the devil’s reaching to me as i make a sale
i hear the demons speaking to me from the gates of h*ll
but if the charges ain’t murder, i can make the bail
me and the plug relationship solid
too much paper gets counted, can’t say sh*t about it
and the car got a box like a safety deposit
blazing exotic, don’t need another case from narcotics
back when i was young, never thought this could be
but lunch tables to the chow halls, the hardest was me
and i know it isn’t hard to believe, i play the cards on my sleeve
it’s been a while since the odds was with me
i seen homies in the grave that i miss, i’m sick
i got homies still alive that i wish got hit
i really went from nick rock shifts to big block flips
and now my watch got the big rocks, b*tch
that’s the sh*t that i be on
[chorus]
all the sh*t that i be on
helped me put the paper in my palm
yeah, the sh*t that i be on
all pressure, it’s making me get strong
’cause everybody’s gone

- ot the real lyrics

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