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letra de mind gone, pt 2 - rob vicious

[intro]

(b-tch, i’m rob vicious)
n-gga i can’t take this sh-t
i keep it real cuz it some n-ggas tryna fake this sh-t
so i guess everybody k!llas and they can’t get hit
you ridin’ with a hunnid n-ggas and they ain’t with sh-t
n-gga that’s why i ride with my own bl!ck
got long clips for n-ggas that i don’t get along with
paranoid as f-ck
who this b-tch on the phone with?
i think the feds is listenin’

[verse]

n-gga i think the feds listenin’
meds kickin’
when i go to bed i hear (the dead whisper)
still the same n-gga with some dreads missin’
life change when you see a n-gga head missin’
live by it die by it
sh-t we can’t fight it
get rich as f-ck or die tryin’
due to gang violence
lil n-gga talkin’ h-lla tough
i just can’t buy it
lil bro you think your life tough cuz you ain’t grindin’
said a n-gga fell off when he fall back (f-ck)
imma get a tall stack n-gga all facts
can’t believe my n-gga gone sh-t is all bad (d-mn)
i wish heaven had a phone so he’d call back (h-llo?)
n-gga
so imma dip up in this jigga bag
i don’t wanna chase smoke i wanna get a bag
and just the thought of losin’ bro make a n-gga spaz
devil knockin’ on my door
he on a n-gga ass
got me clutchin’ on my pole like i don’t never slip
thinkin’ ’bout my n-ggas gone now i’m h-lla sick
only thing that take my mind away is gettin’ chipped
that money make me just that type of way i’m finna dip
[outro]

(got me clutchin’ on my pole like i ain’t never slip)
(thinkin’ ’bout my n-ggas gone now i’m h-lla sick)
(only thing that take my mind away is gettin’ chipped)
ayy rob, i think the feds is listenin’
(that money make me just that type of way i’m finna dip)
the project really like
it’s really just a new beginning for me
cuz i’m trying like all sorts of new sh-t that i never tried
just ya know the growth in being a new-
i mean being an artist

- rob vicious

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