Rap Shit

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So am I 'sposed to be a dream chaser
Or be a dream killer, how's a nigga gonna make it?
I know I miss my momma, but my home is not a haven
I gotta hit heavy, harder, 'fore the top spot is taken

Like Liam Neeson who take the lead role
This what we dream for, so tell them niggas to lock the doors
Cuz they done came out, they ain't what we bout, they in the streets now
They had that nigga George pray to God before the bleed out

Black hoodies and Forces? Nigga, I'm gon' endorse it
These were days when Momma begged for me to get a job at 14
Went and got my first crib with a girl that wasn't worthy
Young lovin', I was buggin', she was posing in the parking lots

So now I'm wanting all the things that I've never got
Cars with nice engines, bitches with ambition
I need my momma driving in a Bentley where she living
So I'm gonna keep murder- keep killing, keep killing this rap shit

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Credits
Writer(s): Jay Harrison
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