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Stay Over There (feat. YFN Lucci & Kolyon)
Mozzy
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Conversation with God, pray I make it out the slums Granny fell apart when they gave her baby dub I just fell out with my nigga Tried to play me for some crumbs Death before dishonory, for real is fake as shit Half a eight in the cup, fell asleep on the gwala It get murky in these waters, blood be wit piranhas And we don't do the drive by's We on feet wit the llama Pick him off, drop the yicki off And meet at my momma's They say the vehicle description was a purple Impala My lil nigga eatin', he just murder for commas And Hi-Points is for dorks You couldn't learn it in college Understand how I live When niggas s****t up ya cottage We servin' the 'cotics It killed me when they murdered my patna Dirt on the yoppa You know we put in work wit the yoppa I'm nervous around you They say you on that work lil patna I ain't seen it, but I heard somethin bout it Stay over there lil patna, uh, uh And we was only tryna make a way yeah They say the good die young, the good die young I'm tryin to go another way yeah hey They told us spread love like the Brooklyn way yeah But where I come from all we do it take yeah, uh And we was only trying to make a way yeah Conversation with the Devil Told the boy I'm a rebel Told the boy it's whatever Made it outta that shit, hoe nigga I'm clever And we gon' see how quick a nigga fold We won't let up Let that nigga Nina Ross gon' kiss 'em I only got six shots left, I won't miss 'em Give a shit if your b***h ridin' She get popped with 'em Nah, we don't give no shit, not even a little Catch 'em at the light, camera face, how I did 'em Plug just hit my phone, A-Boogie how I get 'em You know right or wrong, lil' nigga I'm sliding with 'em, lil' nigga The fire with 'em, lil' nigga We tryna end them lil' niggas And we was only tryna make a way yeah They say the good die young, the good die young I'm tryin to go another way yeah ayy They told us spread love like the Brooklyn way yeah But where I come from all we do it take yeah, uh And we was only trying to make a way yeah I ain't looking for no shit, 'cause I'm scraping By the time they started showing love I realized it was fake Will I ever catch a break I bet it's never what they say My block been mighty hot I think the Devil on his way Glock .40, 30 shots, I brought a seval for a snake Know nothing 'bout no murder Don't know shit about your case It's death before dishonor With them burners to my face I'm out here sliding with no lungs Throwing pistols in the lake They told me make a way I loaded clips and nigga I baked a cake Ain't no turtle beat no rabbit in no street race See, I might leave you with your life But I'm gone take the safe And ****ed up a finish line We ain't got no brakes And we was only tryna make a way yeah They say the good die young, the good die young I'm tryin to go another way yeah ayy They told us spread love like the Brooklyn way yeah But where I come from all we do it take yeah, uh And we was only trying to make a way yeah yeah
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