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Lay Down - текст песни



Lay Down


Here we go








You could get popped; it's a possibility up in my vicinity


Poppin off with that hostile energy


In a hospital with a doctor getting in


When adrenaline is mixed with an obnoxious temperament


Honestly I got a monster pistol gripped


And I commence to spit, none of y'all exempt from it


Spit, spit, passes from it


You get stiff from it, church man see your box plummet


And I will never let 'em give it to me


I gotta live to be one hundred and three


Gotta reach my epitome, wanna seize my enemy


And receive my penalty nigga








LAY DOWN! (Lay down..)


I'm a man, man


I ain't runnin, I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand


I got plans and a place to BE!








I ain't tryna cocky wit it, but I'm a nigga from the block that did it


Got a nine that's livid, I ain't tryna see the box in prison


Getting knocked outta my position


Now I got a pot to piss in, pissed off motherfuckers' mouth off - bitchin


Probably cause he lack ambition, so his wack decisions


Get mad at the nigga that's getting 'em


That's when he see the next nigga that's hittin him


With a vigorous pistol over this ridiculous issue


Dismiss you, in attempt to


Take me out my motherfuckin tempo nigga








LAY DOWN! (Lay down..)


I'm a man, man


I ain't runnin, I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand


I got plans and a place to BE!








Niggaz get nauseated, a artist made it


Had it hard against odds and emancipated


To the floor I spit cause, god damn they hate it


To see the lady they dated caterin to the latest


Shadiest artist, up in my radius


Get faded with a plated revolver


Rated me R, haters get faded with horror


Erased, no fate for tomorrow


All cause he think he hard tough


Got a car cause, he was runnin at the mouth, hush


I will never let 'em give it to me


I gotta live to be one hundred and three


Gotta reach my epitome, or decease my enemy


And receive my penalty, that'll be the end of he


Tryna seize my entities, finna be the end of his identity


When I tell him to



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