Lyrics:
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Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before
got we got Molly's and best shrooms
YOLO man we prolly gone be dead soon
I ain't never been a hater
Lift my weight I get my weight up
Hella weight boy
mans,
gave money twenty grand, for a scam
they don't get the prime dough
in the sand, and
chances of gettin' caught
slim next to none, now we like three
gone, 3, 2, 1
Why finish something that has never begun
The going gets tough and 3, 2, 1
You pack it all up and you start to run
We're all dead and gone
j3 Leebi kaata any day jeee lazy rap kraa
Shi Wavy as rap Controlling bars Station master
Kill your favourite rapper get you mourning leebi mamkpa
I'm
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before
(Thirty)
five on the bud niggaz (Thirty-one)
Deep in the game niggaz, (Thirty-two)
out there slangin' cane niggaz (Thirty-three)
Them main niggaz,
wrong, you did me wrong
I'm wakin' up early mornin' on a Sunday
Disgusted by this nigga and the way he think he doin' me
See, I been fucked over plenty
of a spurt
Nowhere to run/nowhere to hide
Hahahahahahahaha
1 2 3 4 more years gone by
1 2 3 4 how many more til I die
Til I die
Uh, til I die
Uh, til I die
Check it
I keep dough in my pocket while you follow the false prophet
Get deep like Islamics wrapped in a white garment
I touch topics that try to open
Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut
That's right
We all get left behind
That's just a fact
Maybe that's why people have guns
Won't help though
Just a fact
(Verse)
Jesse was a good
caught slim next to none
But now we like three deep need that extra gun
Bump into my man, I remember from up North
I remember he had principles
caught slim next to none
But now we like three deep need that extra gun
Bump into my man, I remember from up North
I remember he had principles
'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (yeah), yeah
Yeah
And you know me, I'ma just charge it to the game
Uh-huh
Five, four,
three bands
Now I'm the one everyone call on
'cause I got deep pants
Bro told me the way to beat the
Game is on the defense and
Never fazed by names that
hope that this ass whippin'
Teach you a motherfuckin' lesson
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
'Cause deep down in the South boy's
Man I'm up, I'm up here 3:00 am making this song for you man
You better love this (aha)
Yeah yeah yeah
Been friends for so long but we never got this
Skepta, Roll Deep, yeah
E16, n17, e3, sw9, e14, n13 we do this ting
Rules and regulations
I've been a scholar since ching chang walla
Real life, not
I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely
What is it in ya? deep in the dead when we get fried
POD when I comes to ride
Creep but you sleep and then fall in
the twins, they gon' put you in
(You in)
Deep up in the ground, six feet under
Bitch you in (Bye)
I'm by myself and I'm fine with that (Yeah)
Money bring
I'm on a yeah, G-five with a three-five
Drip so hard make ya nigga wanna deep dive
You know JB Gotit you know Ima get the beat live
Make 'em too
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