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letra de need love - ebk young joc

[intro]
(moneybagmont you makin’ hits)

[verse]
i been feelin’ like i’m stuck in my ways
sippin’ juice, poppin’ pills, nothin’ changed
this sh-t like “f-ck, what could i do to numb this pain?”
we rappin’ now, we used to come up off of stains
the block was poppin’ then, but sh-t, we got it poppin’ now
the older homies ain’t on sh-t, some of them coppin’ out
no drive-by’s, we gon’ foot it through or hop it now
and all that k!ll-a-n-gga sh-t is what you not about
all them n-ggas on that side be on some broke sh-t
how you lovin’ on that b-tch when she let bro hit?
i been beatin’ up that road, you ain’t take no risk
if we can’t get that n-gga, we gon’ get the closest
catch me purgin’ through the city like i’m michael myers
and dog just wolfin’ like he skippin, he is not a slider
my brother’s keeper, if you ridin’, then i’m right beside you
i’m takin’ on when every time they try to get behind us
don’t need a light but my sh-t dancin’ when they hit them diamonds
i’m on the block, if you lookin’ for me, i ain’t hidin’
somebody tell these n-ggas ain’t no funkin’ when you broke
don’t need n0body, half of my skits was d-mn near to the throat
i dropped my ski-zy when it’s sleazy, i’m gon’ get up close
i do the dash in every whip like it was stolen
all my n-ggas got on ice, d-mn, it’s feelin’ cold
come and test it, guaranteed to wipe a n-gga nose
don’t give a f-ck about what you heard, b-tch i’m in my bag
blood can’t come around the homies, ’cause he know it’s bad
switch on every gl!ck we got, i like to blow on 4s
f-ck a pass, catch a sucka’, then get on his ass
f-ck the cameras, bro gon’ blow the-, without a mask
he gon (ftt), when i up it, that’s on every strap
i’m through the front, told lil’ bro he gon’ go through the back
you post them guns all on ig, what you gon’ do with that?
and if he told he ain’t around, we ain’t bool with that
but anywho, to shake this pain, i get high off drugs
my heart cold, think i just need to find some love
but then i probably don’t
it got me thinkin’ to myself i’m probably fine alone
you know it’s funk, why you leave the house without yo’ pole?
if sleaze call me, then i’m sliding, n-gga, that’s for sure
n-gga, that’s for sure

- ebk young joc

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