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animosity (vaporwave remix) - triplej222 lyrics

[verse 1: pisces p]
i can’t understand the actions of my masterplan
how can a n*gga revel in the thoughts of a dead man?
the scripts in what i hear and what i see
now let me tell y’all ’bout this ana’ build in pisces p
i’m chiefin’ on a fat sack of bud and all this hay
my n*gga skee, the mane, the champion p
fills the blunt and now i’m high as h*ll
when all of a sudden and out of the blue i hear this f*ckin’ crash
we started ballin’, glasses fallin’ on my f*ckin’ ass
we ran outside and checked to see about my brodies kid
that n*ggas gone, but he didn’t count on eye*witnesses
we found him slippin’ and we’re trippin’ in his own crib
my n*gga, don’t lie, just tell me straight up, man, who did this sh*t?
man, don’t trip, you know me well, i think i did the task
true enough, you did this sh*t, that’s why we beat your ass
and after all this sh*t, he thought i was some trouble’ prankster
but then he saw, [?] visions of a gangster

[chorus: tom skeemask]
visions of a gangster
(gangster, gangster, gangster)
visions of a gangster
(gangster, gangster, gangster)
visions of a gangster
(gangster, gangster, gangster)
[verse 2: outlaw]
caught up in the rap sh*t, passin’ by the sense of a criminal
strapped with the plastic glock, busters, don’t y’all test my nuts
stormin’ from the ghetto depths, the heart of north memphis pits
the pimp and guns like a real n*gga, trick, can’t you dig it, b*tch?
don’t f*ck wit no thugs, poppin’ slugs, muggin’, druggin
b*tches kidnappin’, blastin’ hoes, slangin’ corpses off in ditches
lil’ trey in the road, b*tch, don’t test me like no prankster
real drama for your mama, it’s the portrait of a gangster
high ’til i die, psycho villain scorn, project born
smokin’ mary weed, no other side of the coin
got no love for a lame soul, i’m low down and bound to clown
smoked out with the family, 2thick n*ggas in the orange mound
packin’ k!ller thangs, on them drugs, probably go insane
young, and so thuggish, ruggish, it’s all in the f*ckin’ game
mirror mirror on the wall, reflectin’ the outlaw, mane
a*as i take the gauge, i see the vision of gangster

[chorus: tom skeemask]
visions of a gangster
(gangster, gangster, gangster)
visions of a gangster
(gangster, gangster, gangster)
visions of a gangster
(gangster, gangster, gangster)
[verse 3: tom skeemask]
it all started here about a motherf*ckin’ year ago
i was chillin’ with my n*gga lil’ black, smokin’ on some f*ckin’ indo
he told me the sko about my little bro
he was tryna join a gang, but i couldn’t let him go, uh
but see like me, i chose the life of the streets
not to be a player, but all about my p
i have a very strong head, and never to be misled
i had to catch my little brother before he ended up dead
two p’s in the bucket, i say “f*ck it, what you gonna do with me?”
leave me alone, so i can be a motherf*ckin’ player, g
straight out the mound, gangster sh*t is what i f*ckin’ choose, you see
pick up the nine, watch this n*gga get blown off his f*ckin’ feet
dead or alive, that’s the way my life has always been
i hope the man in the sky can forgive me for all my sins
when i look at my little brother, sigh, i see the devil seize him
f*ck this life of a gangster, it’s only just a f*ckin’ vision

- triplej222 lyrics

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