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lirik lagu disappear – retroways1k

[verse 1: retroways1k]
it’s cool

if i disappear you can’t never say i ain’t told you
people disappear every day as you’re gettin’ older
it’s my time of the year, i feel that sh*t gettin’ closer
started with a mic now i’m noticin’ the exposure
lx still fightin’, i told him he was a soldier
million*dollar writings i’m storing inside my folder
26/5, i love all of ’em ’cause i chose ’em
layla open eyes missin’ melo when gettin’ older
and i can’t deal wit’ it, no pickle i’m staying kosure
it’s me against the world and i’m carrying it on my shoulders
they never did listen, they could’ve listened, i showed ’em
we went from lil n*ggas to having b*tches with rovers
b*tches turned witches and n*ggas turned into ogres
when people start switchin’ my feelings start gettin’ colder
go and get that money, no frontin’ that’s what they told us
so i’m gon’ stack these dead men, watch my pockets swell up
from the land of the dreadheads, palm trees, noya
i used to be the gas man, trash can, otis
take this shot like it’s my last chance, last dance, jordan
got some people that dependin’ on me i know that i’m important
couple people that traded on me that only got extorted
crazy hate in my own city they treat me like a foreign
[verse 2: cd7)
yeah they treat me like a foreign
look
crazy hate in my own city they treat me like a foreign (seven)
but i guess i get it, in and out the state look like i’m tourin’
gotta thank god that he woke me up in the morning
i just say the word, bro’ll pop you without a warning
mixing syrup with the edibles, got me feeling incredible (incredible)
brodie up the glock and turn your partna to a vegetable
told you come and shop because you know we keep them vegetables
what you looking back for? i’m already ahead of you
finna buy a new glock, ‘fore i go buy a new watch
pack up, we finna move out, move the trap to a new spot (let’s go)
rather have it all ‘fore i turn around ‘n be a have*not
rolling with my dawgs like sandlot
from the land of the chain*sn*tchers, g*ngb*ngers, thugs
and shady ass b*tches that wouldn’t show me no love
i might take a chevy impala, throw that b*tch on some dubs
if we had fell apart then f*ck, it was what it was (no cap)
ain’t no pillow talkin’ i’m fightin’ salt with the slugs
n*ggas out they top boy them n*ggas gone off them drugs (drugs)
sh*t hit different when you get it out the mud (mud)
my sh*t hit different ’cause i got it out the mud
rest in peace to my n*ggas, i swear i miss ’em to death
right hand on the steering wheel, my glock on the left
yeah i stay with a shooter but i’ll pop you myself
woke up feeling too greedy i keep the guap to myself, i’m gone
it’s cool, heh

- retroways1k

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