Correction Lyrics XXL Freshmen 2020 Cypher - Part 2 by NLE Choppa

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Oh, Lord, Jetson made another one

Grew up around the killin'
And all the dealin' and all the drillin'
I just be puttin' my heart in all of my songs
I make sure y'all n***as feel it
That n***a he ratted, we cut out his tongue
Look like paintballs when we hit him
Lord, forgive me, I'm a sinner and a winner
Rocking Chinchilla, eating that dinner
Know where he lay and we know where he stay
Wet the whole house up if he play
F**k that ho, she told what I said
I don't need no mouse hoe in my face
Run from thе jakes, so much next time
I see 'еm, I might dump this K
Slap on that wrist, they gave me probation
But a n***a prayed I beat that case
Give me the blunt and you know I'ma face it
Eyes real low and I look like an Asian
Pour up a four and I move in the Matrix
Shoot a movie on your block, X-rated
I'm sippin' on Wock'
Bows I'm selling, I'm getting 'em off
Bows I'm selling, I'm getting 'em off
And f**k what you said, we getting them chalked
Grrt
I had to push it to start it
I had to grind for it
Bank out with Benz and lines for it
Put in a lil' overtime for it
Now I feel like I shine for it
Brand new coupe go too fast
New backend ran through that
N***as tryna see how he do that
'Member I was broke
I ain't had nothin', kicked out of the house
Livin' with my cousin, bank account
Car start runnin', problems kept comin'
Mama kept prayin', uh
Prayin' God, got a baby, it's crazy, uh
One apartment, four n***as
Air mattress got a hole in it, uh
'Member on that rappin', I was with the trappin'
On the block with Bach tryna make it happen
On the block with Black waitin' for some actions
Takin' steps forward and gettin' pushed backwards
I remember, n***a
All them cold Decembers, n***a
I can't believe that I'm finally winnin', n***a, grrra

Yeah
I'm here for the moment
Flow like the Gulf with the sauce of a poet, pause
Young n***a feel like she know it all
Built for this sh*t, I'ma show it off
Got you all expect to ever find, yeah
Double XL, do it live, catch a lil'  smile
But if I'm being honest, I promise if I'ma do it
I'd rather slow down, listen to it and gather 'round, look
Do I have a story? I tell about glory
A n***a defeatin' the odds
Got used to a budget, but now I say f**k it
In stores, I don't care what it cost
I gotta admit it, I never envisioned
The life where I wasn't a boss
I think of my ex in a level of stress
He be feeling a hell of a loss
I'm in no position to floss
I'm in no position to plead
I knew I was running the course
But damn it, I'm takin' the lead
I'm coming from sweeping the floors
To rolling the blunt with the lease
When they put my name on the board
Make sure it's in permanent ink, look
I been on my grind since midnight
Made the game my child, no midwife
I am not surprised at this life
Everything I rhyme is hit type, yeah
Everything I rhyme is hit type
Got a itty bitty bark, but a pit bite
When they play it on tour, when I look out on the floor
'Cause I'm more, guaranteed to get the peer hyped
Uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, I put a three-five in the wood to blow this pain away
Young n***a really made it out the hood, I got through them rainy days
I still got some real n***as in the cell, they sent the whole gang away
Guess I'm a real n***a from the start, I guess I was trained this way, trained this way
New Audemars, I got it rose
Finna cop-out on the Rolls
I done seen so much
So, so much sh*ts, I'm paying toll
So I be smokin' all that dope
It kinda help my demons show
Sometimes I be feelin' low
Sometimes I be feelin' low, ayy
They tryna get my n***a 25
They chargin' him with homicide
Like free all the guys, free all my guys tryna fill on guards
Just try to OD on my guys
Blow your fee, I drop forty on the guys
All attention's on me and the guys
Finna see, I wanna see all the guys, yeah

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