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Rockstar Jah

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Ayo Pluto, you goin' brazy D-Mack on the fuckin' track
Fuckin' track, fuckin' track, fuckin' track, fuckin' track
This RLE on my arm just ain't a Tat to me
Trappin' on a Sunday with a Bible, that shit blasphemy

Flames the other half of me, and I know he blast fa me
Scared to find true love, and end it with a tragedy
Ain't nothin' like my daughter love, she love me unconditionally
Trappin' on the regular, no matter what conditions be

Rain, sleet, hail, snow, we don't sleep, hell no
Middle finger, f*ck 12, it's a snitch that all the bitches love
And the solid niggas comment on his picture like he real too
Got these niggas dyin' off these pills too

Y'all pop them like they real too
Fake lean, yall sip it like it's real too
Back in 2015, we checked the seal, ooh
I just pray my niggas still do

Say, I ain't love them niggas, and I still do
Ain't no slidin' with them niggas, and I still do
Guess it's just the real in me, but won't nobody feel in me
When I was on my own

Glizzy got no safety, and you know it's on me safely
When I move, out my home
They snatched peso on the 14th of February
F*ck Valentine's Day, they left my heart in some pieces

Got these pussy niggas talkin' like they start from the bleachers
Screamin' rest in peace, Reezy he went hard with da heater
Mmm, shit been feelin' brazy
Sayin' rest in peace, 2 Wavey still hopin

Its a joke, don't even want it be real
Ayy, forever misguided, we was young in the field
Shootin' dice fuckin' bitches, we was Thuggin' for real
Killa Don just came home, and he ain't touch an appeal

Kept it solid, when it counted , so I love him for real
Get to hangin' with some niggas, get 2 clutchn' the steel
And it's one up in the head when I don't trust him for real
Shootin' dice by the school, it went down right there

Thought I knew my shapes till my round turned square
Movin with the stick, it's black and brown right there
Nigga talkin' like he IT, but that's a clown right there
Knew that I was IT , I was tryna spend my pennywise

Since I was a jit, I was runnin' through it anytime
Bird brain bitches, let these niggas kick em many lies
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, ain't never seen so many blinds
Talkin' gang fights, and I was steppin' till my hands hurt

You ain't catch no body , boy, you reppin' off your man's work
Tricked out of position, niggas know just how these fans work
Don't let him catch you slippin', niggas know just how them Xans work

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