Correction Paroles Never Scared par EST Gee

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Ayy, who dat?
John Got**t (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, what you know 'bout trappin' out them late nights?
What you know 'bout staking out on wolves and not the great whites?
I done been too deep inside of sh*t where I couldn't think right
Bullets numb my body, I don't feel nun'
Bullets hit your partner, why you leave him? Still ain't killed nothing
Laid up in the hospital, a couple n***as kill for me
N***as mention me, you really informants
Crazy to think them n***as been our factors
Ain't try to hit on none of them n***as backwards
Suppliers, they ain't have it
Been balling a whole season, n***as balled out for a quarter
Can't bite the hand that feeds you when my hands gave you the Porsche
Hard head, but my money long, call me once he dead
And nod your head, so I know buddy gone
Duckin' feds, can't duck that sled that sent your buddy home
Made a n***a rich, just off a flip phone
N***as can't compete, get out the streets, ain't touched a hunnid long
Nah, I ain't never scared, my mama knew I been a demon
We can take it there, don't do no evil
Know my peoples ain't gon' make it fair
They ain't killing teddy bear, nah, I ain't never scared
Nah, I ain't never scared
My mama knew I been a demon, we can take it there
I'm tryna' make it hurt
I should sell some shirts 'cause all my murders merch
Young and turnt, fifty five and I throw seats for John Kirk
He kept it real later but lied at first, I told him, ''Find dirt''
Or find a church, might not stay alive, when that iron burst
My eyes hurt, stalking these lil' n***as from a finsta
Guess I scared them n***as, blocked me from they stories and pictures
And you know what's the issue, I ain't gettin' into that with you
I'm tryna' make it tense you, I can't sit and think about who diss who
I'm a real street n***a, these artists is artificial
And it's up with whoever, ain't no pick and choose to pick through
And your lil' bro want rap, and mine want bodies on his pistol
And know if I don't catch you, it's gon' fall back on your nephew
Fast, put that switchy on his a** like he broke curfew
Crash, brains all over the dash, them 7.62s
And I ain't never hate or emulate, some sh*t a b*t*h do
I heard he had a buzz, caught him, knocked out his potential, n***a

You know how a n***a be buzzin' a little bit?
N***a be gettin' a little bit of attention and sh*t, then he die
There a lot of that goin' on
Snake pit, don't get yo' face hit
Brr

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