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lirik lagu junkie – zell marley

this a hustle, baby, this is not a hobby
if n0body got my back, i know i got it
they found the sh*lls, but they can’t find the body
been a week, and they still don’t know who shot him
he already know it’s on when i spot him
yeah i try to keep the peace with everybody
but everybody ain’t made like me
everybody wasn’t raised like me
tryna crucify me like jesus
but i’m real, and he fake
i’ma climb down off that stake
put the nail gun dead to his face
i’m fiending for blood, ’cause i love the taste
when i ain’t got no weed, it give me the shakes
feel like a junkie, but that ain’t the case

madara sh*t, yeah, i’m slaughtering sh*t
i’m calculated, yeah, i’m smarter than n*ggas
i cut that boy off, he was lame, these n*ggas be broke with no shame
only thing in your name is your name, put your shoes on the wire, get hanged
he say he want smoke but he can’t
go play with your baby, don’t play with me, b*tch
i can pick this sh*t up anytime like a switch
used to bathe in the sink, now i’m cleaner than dishes
i thought you was real, then i came to my senses
they stay tryna count me out just like a census
what a n*gga be doing ain’t n0body business
squeezing on that gl!cky, now that b*tch a cl!cky
tell them boys i’m here when they ready to get me
i be rollin’ solo, ain’t n0body with me
running from these ratchet b*tches like i’m sticky
i*i*i’m sandy, hoe, i’m texas made, i’m sippin’ purple lemonade
ain’t a street n*gga, but i still tote sticks
i hang around snakes, i can’t trust sh*t
you wanna k!ll me, and i wanna k!ll you, we can die together
we don’t get along, we can’t ride together
i was really down, i ain’t mind the weather
guess n*ggas ain’t meant to be ’round forever
a zip, a beat, plus me, i like how that sound together
this a hustle, baby, this is not a hobby
if n0body got my back, i know i got it
they found the sh*lls, but they can’t find the body
been a week, and they still don’t know who shot him
he already know it’s on when i spot him
yeah i try to keep the peace with everybody
but everybody ain’t made like me
everybody wasn’t raised like me
tryna crucify me like jesus
but i’m real, and he fake
i’ma climb down off that stake
put the nail gun dead to his face
i’m fiending for blood, ’cause i love the taste
when i ain’t got no weed, it give me the shakes
feel like a junkie, but that ain’t the case

- zell marley

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