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Young Bleed
Young Bleed
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Young Bleed
Young Bleed
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Yeah, my boy Young Bleed in here, see Logan here And you know the Colonel MP is in here Nigga we gone keep it real though Up in them high cause live niggas keep it real, y'all Can we keep it real out Try not to spill no blood If it's real show a nigga love, nigga Nigga it burns for those that rose before me that was faking the funk Lo and behold, I come to get it, so I'm taking a chunk Out to lunch for brunch, maggots gone munch in perpendicular All the money man slaughter I write the shit in script for ya How many motherfuckers must get dealt with? Before somebody kicked on your door, and leave you helpless Say you feeling my fear, feeling my vibe At the same time, I bury my theory, clipping my drive Tryna claim mine, ahn? My nigga my nerd, look at the camera get the picture I'm laughing at y'all for trying to ball with your mug on me Moving a million motherfuckers strapping murder machine I come clean as Benidine, so give me mine Sipping grape wine, punishing pussy the genuine Paralyzed to the format, still smoking blunts for days In my mysterious ways, I got me paralyzed Niggas ain't ready, but if it wasn't for the grace of God They'd say you couldn't live life against the whole law I know it's hard, but it's real though, I'm 'bout to peel out Every time I touch somethin', what you feel? Yo, nigga, give a fuck if you big Nigga we gone keep it real though Up in them high cause live niggas keep it real, y'all Can we keep it real out Try not to spill no blood If it's real show a nigga love, nigga If Peter Piper pushed pounds, he'd put Claire Pooh out a box Picked a pen and pad to make my broth, hey Don't knock it, makin' legal paper in this rap game Got the first shooter, baby, that door plant was still towing Now I'm worse, can't break that curse Y'all that suck'til I die comin' from the dirt So watch out, young hustler, rise and shine Like the ghetto mastermind That I am why I do join all that line, got the nation hollin down Young motherfucker ain't bullshit Can't stand the heat, get out the kitchen Before trigger fingers get to itchin' Give me the wanting position to have ya twitchin' Thinkin' damn how could I have missed it Stop strippin' keep it real nigga Nigga we gone keep it real though Up in them high cause live niggas keep it real, y'all Can we keep it real loud Try not to spill no blood If it's real show a nigga love, nigga Nigga we gone keep it real though Up in them high cause live niggas keep it real, y'all Can we keep it real out Try not to spill no blood If it's real show a nigga love, nigga I live my life of a youngster with money too many Bitches paying halibagas and dubbins and tryna Steal my soul, I mean suck me dry For these 20-inch rims on my ghetto ride I couldn't lose my life tryna keep my shoes Sell my soul to the devil in the ghetto Ain't no nigga gonna make it fake in the game Too many blacks behind bars for fortune and fame I live my life reading jailhouse letters I'm working money orders, sending weed through sweaters I seen momma's turned out by hustlers and killers My last supper's probably gonna be with thieves and dealers Nigga we gone keep it real though Up in them high cause live niggas keep it real, y'all Can we keep it real out Trying not to spill no blood If it's real show a nigga love, nigga Nigga we gone keep it real though Up in them high cause live niggas keep it real, y'all Can we keep it real out Try not to spill no blood If it's real show a nigga love, nigga Nigga we gone keep it real though Up in them high cause live niggas keep it real, y'all Can we keep it real out Try not to spill no blood If it's real show a nigga love, nigga, it will rock it big The whole south to the east to the west to the middle We gone keep it real low Keep it real low
Writer(s): Craig Stephen Lawson, P. Miller, N. Perez, G. Clifton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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