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new jack city – tha worst kingz كلمات اغنية

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[intro]
i ain’t know how it’s gonna go but i’m in it right
all i know is i got the game
i done left a lotta sh*t, i mean it’s only right
sage!

[verse 1]
can’t think straight, my mind twisted
can’t walk straight, my legs tripping
lonely route i took wishing
this real sh*t is what all listen
got to know it’s the wrong vision
but i’ll keep pushing till my heart stop
i don’t care if it’s the wrong decision
i’ma f*ck around till my sh*t pop
young sage. no big shot
this dude, perfect. like a trick shot
the world kinda does puzzle me
but i’m ahead of ya’ll like i’m jigsaw
time does suck like tik*tok
just like all those b*tches dawg
puppy filter on a b*tch face for a fake shine like a lip gloss
always thought that i knew sh*t
always attracted to that cool sh*t
kept coming up with that new sh*t. boom sh*t. true sh*t
grew up to be a dancer, i swear i jus had like 2 kicks
holes on the shoes and socks, and the tees
godd*mn that look like a new fit
spent more time outta classroom
and i learnt to alter my attitude
i was pushed out due to the lack of room
so i penned this verse in the bathroom
hoping, things would get better real soon
prayers out, from me to you
through the air
loud and clear, to your ears, like a sonic
boom!

[chorus]
new jack city. ride or die
we ain’t do that 9*5
brain malfunction. over ride
face your fears. don’t try to hide
no! to social suicide
close your eyes and feel alive
2 k 1 9 kinda hard, but we them kids from the 95′

[bridge]
aite’ we good, we good, we good. i mean
everybody out there. who’s fighting everyday
hang in there. izz yo boy!

it’s my turn now!
letz go!

[verse 2]
one time, i’m so confused
two times, i’m low on juice!
three times, it got me cold!
four times, this sh*t gets old!
nah nah, you can’t get me
what now? you hear the screech
thats how i speak with sneaks
i’m dancing with the devil b*tch!
future trynna press me
i don’t have anyone to miss me
clout just don’t impress me!
once in a while i k!ll me!
coffins don’t fit me
so, i’m walking dead like a zombie!
the world just stopped spinning
but i’m sitting on a frisbee!
i regret things, my sneakers dirty
wanna forget things ain’t complimenting!
buzzards with the trash talks, no i don’t take the side walks!
what a lovely day! i like that
boy i’m heavily raged, i’m mad max!
who here trynna dig that
yeah, i know you gonna clap back!
money machine, acting queens
loonies scream, they sipping lean!
while i’ve been hard since eighteen!
and they don’t get my rap scheme?? (what)
kronixx beats are chronic
i just can’t stop jotting
down for the notes like a steno
i’m saucy and im crazy!

i run in the streets like lebron
dunk my dreams with the js on!
no look pass, i can count on
my bros with the gold crown!
all i ask is good sleep
barbecue with the blue cheese
check tees and hoodies
i’m on my way, man i got this!

[chorus]
new jack city. ride or die
we ain’t do that 9*5
brain malfunction. over ride
face your fears. don’t try to hide
no! to social suicide
close your eyes and feel alive
2 k 1 9 kinda hard, but we them kids from the 95′

- tha worst kingz كلمات اغنية

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