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amerikkkamostblunted
by Quadjay Sport
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If 9 deuce was the truce, what happened in 9 tray
My weapon ain't cold, my seven unload
Ain't no biggie when you hear me send 2 pops
Do not
Be in the way or you will say
"Aw I be shot"
Moneyside is 71st by the river
Murdaside is 61st, did I make you shiver
Here's to the folks that walk, no need to talk
To get a ride, I hi-side when I got to slide by y'all
Scary niggas say southside don't know how to act
Can't compare to London square, fairmount or tamarack
Out north, Morningstar to the V with the macks
Comanche to turley, my boots touched all these streets
I'm such a Tulsa nigga, I sleep good through thunder and hurricanes
Walk to the liquor store, they know my favorite slurricane
I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gon try to be a savior or hero
if I tried, y'all never care tho, im still a weirdo
Fuck a regret, ima keep it moving, do it best
Live life without a tribe, still peace of mind upon this quest
John must lost his mind, Johnny must lost his sense
Johnathan must lost his head, Winter actually talking shit
Quadjay do something, don't just write it, On the beat I ice it
Quick slick like Rick, Thunder wonder, I spit lighting
Rainy day, I brag about how I make people stay away
That's 5 personalities off the top of my head, why fuck wit Jay
Look who coming around the corner, trynna throw up a set
Said we ain't fucking with his gang, on his life, you wanna bet?
You wanna die, don't wanna fight, nah you wanna text
Fuck that, you just got a chin that I just wanna checc
Mann I don't know what the fuck to do
Trynna live for the present and the future but the past got the proof
System fucked up so now I'm just mad at the school
I can't lie, I was also hella bad in them schools
Drinking, wannabe banging, acting mad with them fools
they passed so I had to leave them in the past, wish they was passing through
The high coming down, where I'm crashing to
Finna be moody but be thinking I'm just mad at you
Orange bottle with no soda, just prescription
Gave me double dosage, guess doc don't wanna another visit
Got my medical card, I'm in the crib, getting lifted
Po a tray in a brisk, that's a different kinda twisting
Virgin to Cherry, working heavy deadly around the clock
Graveyard shift while the devil hanging on my jock
If 9 deuce was the truce, what happened in 9 tray
My weapon ain't cold, my seven unload
Ain't no biggie when you hear me send 2 pops
Do not
Be in the way or you will say
"Aw I be shot"
Moneyside is 71st by the river
Murdaside is 61st, did I make you shiver
Here's to the folks that walk, no need to talk
To get a ride, I hi-side when I got to slide by y'all
Scary niggas say southside don't know how to act
Can't compare to London square, fairmount or tamarack
Out north, Morningstar to the V with the macks
Comanche to turley, my boots touched all these streets
I'm such a Tulsa nigga, I sleep good through thunder and hurricanes
Walk to the liquor store, they know my favorite slurricane
I ain't gonna lie, I ain't gon try to be a savior or hero
if I tried, y'all never care tho, im still a weirdo
Fuck a regret, ima keep it moving, do it best
Live life without a tribe, still peace of mind upon this quest
John must lost his mind, Johnny must lost his sense
Johnathan must lost his head, Winter actually talking shit
Quadjay do something, don't just write it, On the beat I ice it
Quick slick like Rick, Thunder wonder, I spit lighting
Rainy day, I brag about how I make people stay away
That's 5 personalities off the top of my head, why fuck wit Jay
Look who coming around the corner, trynna throw up a set
Said we ain't fucking with his gang, on his life, you wanna bet?
You wanna die, don't wanna fight, nah you wanna text
Fuck that, you just got a chin that I just wanna checc
Mann I don't know what the fuck to do
Trynna live for the present and the future but the past got the proof
System fucked up so now I'm just mad at the school
I can't lie, I was also hella bad in them schools
Drinking, wannabe banging, acting mad with them fools
they passed so I had to leave them in the past, wish they was passing through
The high coming down, where I'm crashing to
Finna be moody but be thinking I'm just mad at you
Orange bottle with no soda, just prescription
Gave me double dosage, guess doc don't wanna another visit
Got my medical card, I'm in the crib, getting lifted
Po a tray in a brisk, that's a different kinda twisting
Virgin to Cherry, working heavy deadly around the clock
Graveyard shift while the devil hanging on my jock
