Correction Lyrics Death Row by DY Krazy

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Uh (DY Krazy)
I'm in the A right now
I had to get the A vibe real quick, man
On foenem, back with D-Weezy, go

I was on death row
I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge
n***a living like a thug like I'm Pac, though (Thug Life, n***a)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though (Blaow)
When them times got hard, I was sellin' coke (Sellin' coke)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Uh)
Now a n***a on the grind, I got five on my schedule (b*t*h)

Herbo really quiet, I get loud 'bout my cheddar tho' (Uh)
Really was outside on the nine with Berettas, oh
No bap, I ain't lyin', I got five on my schedule
So if I text "Outside", come outside how I tell her (b*t*h)
I ain't regular, I knew she was a vibe when I met her
I rock thousand dollar sweaters, b*t*hes love me like Coachella
Tell her give me some
I respect you don't address me like I'm anyone (Swear)
b*t*h is messy thick, she there, she got her titties done (Titties done)
Oh, she a dime in her city, huh? (Huh)
She like lemon lime with her Henny, huh?
You ain't choosin' n***as, you get diamonds from any em'
'Round the way girl, I can line up with twenty 'em
But that ho so fine, it don't make me nothin'
Broski tried to smash, she ain't give him nothin'
Still gotta slide in my ride with a fifty drum
City dumb, I can't have no fun, I got fifty guns (For real), n***a

I was on death row
I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge
n***a living like a thug like I'm Pac, though
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though
When them times got hard, I was sellin' coke (Sellin' coke)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know (That's what it is)
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (Let it blow)
Now a n***a on the grind, I got five on my schedule

All that dumb sh*t I did really wasn't worth it, though (Huh)
Don't define me by my past, ain't nobody perfect, though (Ain't nobody)
I wasn't thinking 'bout the consequences, it was workin', though (It was workin')
I jump head first in the trap, but I had that b*t*h twerkin', though (Ayy, ayy)
Who you workin' for? (Who you workin' for?) Tell me what you lurkin' for? (Yeah)
He just gettin' money, what you gotta murk him for? (f**k n***a)
Seein' n***as fakin', that sh*t irkin', though (That sh*t irkin')
But I'ma pull up on 'em when it's perfect, though (Shh)
I can tell you what I'm worth, or you can search it, though
Hands greasy by that chicken like I'm Churches, though (n***a)
City bad but my block was like the worstest, though (Like the worstest)
I can't lie I took my Glock inside the church before (No bap)
Summertime like the hood havin' curses (Havin' curses)
I ain't never lied in my verses (Never)
I ain't never lied when I'm merchin' it
Couple opps ain't survive out them surgeries, uh

I was on death row
I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge
n***a living like a thug like I'm Pac, though (I'm Pac, n***a)
I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock, though (For that Glock, n***a)
When them times got hard, I was sellin' coke (Uh)
Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know (Swear)
Seventeen I bought a nine, had to let it blow (G Herbo)
Now a n***a on the grind, I got five on my schedule (Uh)

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