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• Artiste: Devilz Rejectz
• Titre: Same World
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[Verse 1: Ampichino] Thinkin of all the good times I've had in my life Baby this world deep life the passion of christ Shit's everlasting, the animal type I thought my life was gon change when I got handed a mic Duckin the slammer with my hand on my pipe Yola, arm & hammer livin the glamorous life Raw handle on the cannon, fuck animal rights Chinchilla, in the benz 50 grand on some ice Land of some apes but the planet of mice Cause you work for the boys & try to plant a device In my whip, got (hip?), pull my hammer with lights On the top, get rocked, I'll shatter his life My mom just passed away I'm lookin at ghosts In the kitchen, for half a day cookin up dope Take a pull, pass the j, dreamin of hope So I come up with a scheme to move the green & the coke [Chorus: The Jacka] Same world I was brought up in, is the same world I got caught up in Same place where they hate my skin, but I make so much paper gotta rake it in I'm a boy can't get close enough to shake my hand But they still try, I think you feel why I'm in the field nigga, where we still die Where it's real nigga, but we still fly [Verse 2: black jesus] We on that, grey goose nigga, jesus the great Rent due on the first date bitch, I can't partake Fuck jacob, cartiers & I [?] the face With somethin that'll shut down the party on waist If you dip up then you best zip your lips up 'Fo the city find yo ass by the garbage on pickup Big up nigga I stickup, with stickup kids who stick up kids, & niggas who done shot shit up Don't get it twisted cause my pockets full, I pull up & hop out on ya street & let the choppers pull Right on the corner where the drop is pulled You want beef I mad cow on ya street nigga I'll drop a bull Cause before I drop I dime I'll drop a (pull?) Me amp & jack writin lines when we not in school I need a rubber room, I'm so romper room Gun language we don't talk smell the chopper fumes [Chorus] [Verse 3: The Jacka] Devilz re, smokin tree to level me Been out my mind since a lil g Sold dope 'fo I poked the (bre?) See, she no longer innocent Hit a fence, from the boys, before I fuck a bitch Mastered the game as a youth, been on drugs ever since Killers in the shit, guerillas in the mist You say that you're the dopest, then why do we exist? Guess it's just for nothin, I'm hard as cement Nigga don't press my buttons, you never did shit Soft as a muffin, scared to come through cause we kill niggas for nothin, had it understood, but we was just youngstas Knock ya down now, but then we was dumpin Yeah it was I'll, niggas had they dope & they rocks in my hand Before I was a grown-up ain't nobody gave me shit but I live & enjoy it man [Chorus]