Junkie
Zell Marley
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This a hustle, baby, this is not a hobby If nobody got my back, I know I got it They found the shells, but they can't find the body Been a week, and they still don't know who shot him He already know it's on when I spot him Yeah I try to keep the peace with everybody But everybody ain't made like me Everybody wasn't raised like me Tryna crucify me like Jesus But I'm real, and he fake I'ma climb down off that stake Put the nail gun dead to his face I'm fiending for blood, 'cause I love the taste When I ain't got no weed, it give me the shakes Feel like a junkie, but that ain't the case Madara shit, yeah, I'm slaughtering shit I'm calculated, yeah, I'm smarter than niggas I cut that boy off, he was lame, these niggas be broke with no shame Only thing in your name is your name, put your shoes on the wire, get hanged He say he want smoke but he can't Go play with your baby, don't play with me, bitch I can pick this shit up anytime like a Switch Used to bathe in the sink, now I'm cleaner than dishes I thought you was real, then I came to my senses They stay tryna count me out just like a Census What a nigga be doing ain't nobody business Squeezing on that glicky, now that bitch a clicky Tell them boys I'm here when they ready to get me I be rollin' solo, ain't nobody with me Running from these ratchet bitches like I'm Sticky I-I-I'm Sandy, hoe, I'm Texas made, I'm sippin' purple lemonade Ain't a street nigga, but I still tote sticks I hang around snakes, I can't trust shit You wanna kill me, and I wanna kill you, we can die together We don't get along, we can't ride together I was really down, I ain't mind the weather Guess niggas ain't meant to be 'round forever A zip, a beat, plus me, I like how that sound together This a hustle, baby, this is not a hobby If nobody got my back, I know I got it They found the shells, but they can't find the body Been a week, and they still don't know who shot him He already know it's on when I spot him Yeah I try to keep the peace with everybody But everybody ain't made like me Everybody wasn't raised like me Tryna crucify me like Jesus But I'm real, and he fake I'ma climb down off that stake Put the nail gun dead to his face I'm fiending for blood, 'cause I love the taste When I ain't got no weed, it give me the shakes Feel like a junkie, but that ain't the case
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