Madden

[00:12.67] Uh, uh, uh
[00:14.12] 'Member for new kicks, sellin' raw
[00:16.38] I dropped a few bands on a show
[00:17.82] Now that young nigga don't care what it cost
[00:19.77] Swear in my new crib, you get lost
[00:21.60] We still'll suit up and risk it all
[00:23.58] Yeah, we gon' shoot to kill, knock 'em off
[00:25.34] I shed a few tears for my dawg
[00:27.27] I be up still wishin' you could call
[00:29.17] Fuck all the opps, know I make 'em the maddest
[00:31.12] Like a strict teacher, ain't givin' out passes
[00:32.80] You better duck when that beam get to taggin'
[00:34.83] We love the field, they should put us on Madden
[00:36.42] Hole in one, we take his soul, he done
[00:39.18] Tryna score like a shot through the basket
[00:40.53] Loadin' drums, we leave your soldiers slumped
[00:42.93] Swear they empty out clips with a passion
[00:44.55] In the club, I don't care if you here with your man
[00:46.23] I get high off the X, then I'm grippin' on asses
[00:47.99] Niggas'll die 'bout a bitch 'til this four nickel hit
[00:50.39] And it turn his afro into ashes
[00:51.89] And we can go through a list, all the hos that we hittin'
[00:54.37] I swear that my bitch be the baddest, uh
[00:55.86] Beat from the back when I bag it, uh
[00:58.03] She gon' throw back like a classic, uh
[00:59.85] 'Member I was broke, now I'm bad on my ass
[01:02.54] And that shit had me losin' my temper
[01:03.93] Swervin' in Cali', I come from the 'Raq
[01:05.97] Now it's drop top coupes in the winter
[01:07.69] No matter how far I go, like this pain in me, still be hard to get rid of
[01:11.40] No matter how far I go, got the gang with me, bitch, I'm move with my killers
[01:15.45] 'Member for new kicks, sellin' raw
[01:16.31] I dropped a few bands on a show
[01:18.18] Now that young nigga don't care what it cost
[01:19.86] Swear in my new crib, you get lost
[01:21.57] We still'll suit up and risk it all
[01:24.97] Yeah, we gon' shoot to kill, knock 'em off
[01:25.74] I shed a few tears for my dawg
[01:28.00] I be up still wishin' you could call
[01:29.74] Fuck all the opps, know I make 'em the maddest
[01:31.51] Like a strict teacher, ain't givin' out passes
[01:33.42] You better duck when that beam get to taggin'
[01:35.44] We love the field, they should put us on Madden
[01:38.24] Hole in one, we take his soul, he done
[01:39.95] Tryna score like a shot through the basket
[01:41.11] Loadin' drums, we leave your soldiers slumped
[01:43.27] Swear they empty out clips with a passion
[01:45.08] Lead on my hip, I ain't packin' a pistol
[01:46.86] Don't make me let my lil' savages get you
[01:48.59] Won't hesitate when we clappin' them pistols
[01:50.48] Shots to his face, they gon' fracture his dental
[01:53.15] Send 'em to God with this new Beretta
[01:54.29] He lettin' off shots from the back of the window
[01:55.85] Ride for the squad, applyin' that pressure
[01:57.82] I bet he gon' fold like a Mac or a Kindle
[01:59.62] Uh, survive in the trenches
[02:02.08] Hustle like 50, might die tryna get it
[02:03.38] I know the police be on me 'bout murders
[02:04.85] I love that the opps gon' deny that I'm with it
[02:06.67] You better watch who you let in that car
[02:09.05] 'Cause he might drop it down, boy, you ridin' with a witness
[02:10.54] Racks to my slot, used to post on the block
[02:12.51] But no, I ain't never spent time in the kitchen
[02:15.47] 'Member for new kicks, sellin' raw
[02:16.62] I dropped a few bands on a show
[02:18.38] Now that young nigga don't care what it cost
[02:20.03] Swear in my new crib, you get lost
[02:22.39] We still'll suit up and risk it all
[02:24.42] Yeah, we gon' shoot to kill, knock 'em off
[02:26.34] I shed a few tears for my dawg
[02:28.23] I be up still wishin' you could call
[02:30.01] Fuck all the opps, know I make 'em the maddest
[02:32.07] Like a strict teacher, ain't givin' out passes
[02:33.96] You better duck when that beam get to taggin'
[02:35.76] We love the field, they should put us on Madden
[02:37.42] Hole in one, we take his soul, he done
[02:40.47] Tryna score like a shot through the basket
[02:41.42] Loadin' drums, we leave your soldiers slumped
[02:43.80] Swear they empty out clips with a passion, uh
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