Churchill Downs (feat. Miami Ju)

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Kept the heater on my waist but still felt like my heart was freezing
Said she love me, I don't feel it, I touch more racks than Serena
I shot him and all his dawgs, you would think I got beef with PETA
Say you doing this and that ain't got no stripes, sum like a cheetah

Tried to score and spin your block and hawk you down just like Dikembe
This ARP got titties turn yo Fro into a Temp Fade
If all shit go to hell, back to that block until that rent payed
The chopper got a stock but it's still kicking like a sensei

Niggas be real bitches, and  get love from all the real niggas
I can't call ju bout no lil' beef, cause he ah' kill niggas
Say you with this shit, till yo bro bro, gone and then them fields hit you
Tinted rental, camping all night you can't get sentimental

Bro said  all these killings, traumatizing it fucked up his mental
I can't say what happened on that net that shit too confidential
Had to switch the trap, the first one had more dog food then a  kennel
I ain't pussy, we can fight, I'll beat you like an instrument

Servin' white girl to a bitch that look like Hannah Montana
Get the bows and then we, shh, touching more bags than a Santa
Ju put 4 up in his pop yeah, that's a new flavor of Fanta
Drop that shit into my sprite it look like red Tropicana

Niggas playing with my pesos, No comprende
Catch you, we gon' stretch you, bullets thumpin like a headache
Can't patch 762s, you gon' need more than a lil' band-aid
Told myself to cook it and I kept going till my hand ache

Niggas ain't shit without they friends, we turn hyenas to hens
Drop that pen about that paper, bet we stuff you with lead
Tell Juju bring out the toaster, we gon' cook eem for bread
Still on top and, keep on going, give a f*ck if he dead

Hate it when they say all gangsters need love
When I was posted on that block, I needed pistols, not hugs
Now I'm up and I see jealousy, one hell of a drug
Try to snake me, f*ck the grass, I bet we sending them slugs, nigga, yeah

Still the summer out, but it's been colder where I stay at
The bullets hit his face, opened his head, and blew his brain back
Niggas broke and hungry, that's why you would get your chain jacked
I be popping perks, cause being sober bring the pain back

Niggas talking tough, but you not leaving with your life intact
You see your brother die, it ain't no choice, but grab that pipe and blast
That's why you see niggas at the store wearing a sheisty mask
Being in the streets will turn a nigga to a psychopath

In this life, shit is two steps forward, then three steps back
They call it being broke, because it break down all your hopes and dreams
I was dead broke, to feed my brother, had to bust a scheme
Weird as f*ck, my sister only call me when it's sum' she need

They say blood thicker than water, but it ain't thick as lean
It was so many good days, collecting money from fiends
But it was bad days in between, I couldn't do nothing but grieve
I told my brother, niggas fake and they ain't even on your team

They won't build a business with you, but they'll beg you for cheese
I'm fed up at this point, nigga, get off your knees
How you your own fucking man, bitch, you depending on me
Some niggas claim they down for you, but it ain't what you think

Your street smarts depend on all the bullshit you perceive
My soul get colder every day, this shit a deadly disease
Lately been following my heart, just trying to see where it leads
Lately been following my heart, just trying to see where it leads

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