Cycle-Schoolboy Q
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TXT Cycle-Schoolboy Q 文本歌词
Hold and shoot till he drop
We'll be waiting for you around the corner ni**a
Only twelve and a half and already ducking them jabs
Fighting back just hoping that he last he on his a**
Huffing and puffing getting tagged
See what this ni**a feel would only make them niggas laugh
He felt the discomfort didn't trust him right away
Saw the Devil in they eyes his homie looking straight
But something was different in him not the same from yesterday
Sh*t his whole demeanor changed even his smile was strange his childhood never came
But dude was always gutter he got it from his brother
From his brother from his brother brought pain onto his mother
Once was elementary homies but now we attack each other
Sh*t set love aside tuck his pride sh*t he had to ride
Threw on his hood and then he fired fired and fired
Fired and fired the tires screech
Spirit up out of reach
A young ni**a swallowing yeast trapped in the belly of the beast sheesh
I know niggas that kill niggas that kill niggas
That kill niggas that kill niggas
The cycle continues
The cycle continues kill ni**a kill ni**a
I know niggas that kill niggas that kill niggas
That kill niggas that kill niggas
The cycle continues
The cycle continues kill ni**a kill ni**a
He only seventeen his homies was his motive
He only seventeen his mama never noticed
Too busy paying bills tryna provide a meal
Pay the rent and steal her child live for a thrill
Fulfill his niggas' wishes no more hugs or kisses
No more 'how you been ' no more tucking in
He with them other men poppa never came
So his cousin then would pretend imitating if they was him
Got the pistol on him loaded loaded off of gin
Feels like niggas on him so he look for them
First ni**a wrong hack Blam blam to him
Paranoia kills kill or be killed
Let alone all them thugs let alone all them drugs
Treat is kinda like a bud let's see how karma does
Let's see how much he loves shoot 'em up shoot 'em up bam bam
This ni**a twenty-one he feel like he the man
This ni**a twenty-one his mom said be a man
Love to sag his pants pistol in his hand
Feel he too advanced him slipping out his chance
Think he at his best he hit the set he making orders
Got them lil' niggas busting shots and flipping quarters
An ounce a half double up sh*t what you order
Even dimes think with a corrupted mind
Adapted to the crime living with regrets
In order to survive gotta get high
Cautious with time paranoia all through his body
Trying love for a hobby you know gangsters come with kids
Teaching them wasn't his
EBT the corner store he go to fill up the fridge
Approached by a little ni**a hoodie over his lid
Looked down the barrel of a burner tucked aimed at his wig
Let him fire then he fired fired
