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lirik lagu fouronenine – rimey

i made a k!lling from f feds f-cked up the grind
free up my dargs inside
ever since a yg, fam i’ve fed my team
i was dead broke still split my last 5
and i’ll still get lively, beef don’t excite me
but i’ll still push 5 years in the ride
back then she ain’t like me, now she acts wifey
way too g-ssed that she held this pipe

and i couldn’t tell you how many man got me, i can tell you that bare man lied
and this life that i leads too costly, but to be a boss man had to pay the price
and feds got s in a box g but he’s still making ps off that rice
i got a grind that keeps man frosty, i don’t know sh-t ’bout county lines

and i

weren’t in the trap with keisha or becky, i was h-tting banks with femi
i was 15 tryna cash 5 gs in sants with my hands all sweaty
if the holder try talk loose, it’s money reduced, you dunno i’m petty
mad stressed let me spark this zoot, buds smelling like fruit and the pack came hefty

couple man left the circle hating ever since a brothers came up on squares
they chat for the ‘net h-lla verbal bro, i can promise you no ones scared
holder dropped me a natty that’s purple, split that with uncs he ain’t see no share
and when i told him the job done flopped he said “no probs’ there’s a metro there”

spun like 54 squares as a young g, used to treat the grind like a rubik’s cube
ran through so much ps, still invest in the team all now i ain’t bought no loubs
how them man chat it on beats? and they ain’t really tryna come through
‘cos i’ve been bianco with the rambo, man know they can get jooked right through

check me in my tbts
way back when deets didn’t need vbv
i was reloading on btc
when your mcm was sat home on ps3

i was 15 in a suit in a bank
sweating till i see 5 racks in my hand
uncs used to try and b-mp man is he mad?
now the holders lucky if he sees half of a bag

must have thought they could trust man ‘cos i’m white
send my young g to your store with a swipe
cashing out deets, i don’t do half price
and i ain’t gonna stop till the whole teams nice

i got bros in the trap with that dark and light
and the tesco flopped but the voda’s nice
make pro from pros, if the score comes right
held ls from logs, but the stacks still high

and i

ain’t ever put magic in pyrex, but i’m like dynamo with them cards
i can tell you ‘bout ding-dong whips, that’s m-way trips in stolen cars
i try make that switch, do lidge but dirty quids still got my heart
how the h-ll they chat ‘bout flips but they ain’t ever swung no jibs to marj

like oh my god, don’t know how they chat ‘bout fraud
them man said f makes them sick but them boy there stick packs in -rs-
love for my bro’s that trap that hard, any means for the ps get cash in darg
them man said 10k instants but all they did was block that card

i can’t waste that log, certi’ jobs come rock with us
the way that i spit, probably gonna get nicked but white privilege i’ll buss that charge
i know a lot of man gonna cuss that bar but free up the gang that they’ve got locked up
they ain’t ever sent their bros canteen but they’re on ig screaming “free my darg”

- rimey

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