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Why Be Afraid
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(DJ Phat, Jdolla go crazy)
(Yeah, I swear to god that I'm not afraid to fucking die)
(Four3va the fuckin' goat, nigga)
I can't believe that
I can't believe
Y'all niggas pussy, nigga wanna be street
Mm, and DemonK pull out draco under seat
I'ma die bout my woahs, nigga best believe
Knock him off by myself I ain't pay no fee
Put a Gen. 5 on him he wan' leave
I just found my damn daddy he a deadbeat
I ain't stunting no nigga, baby I'm relaxin
We gon' shoot when we see him, we ain't doing no practice
Baby I'm a don but cap him then I track him
(DJ Phat)
Let me get in that pussy know that boy gone rape it
Give the hoe to thе woah the bitch just act to ratchet
Kick that boy door wherе the drugs at?
Nigga flip his mattress (DJ Phat)
Say he baby life vamp nigga stop that flagging
I'm dripped then a bitch don't ask me why im sagging
Tipsy for sure, why my body lagging (DJ Phat)
And sumo my cro promise we dont do no lackin
I believe you partna know ya diamonds dancin
And I know you wan' finer thangs them bitches fancy (DJ Phat)
Take that boy diamond earrings, might just take his glasses
Fuck it, I might as well rob him
Jit I'm trippin, I might as well pop him
And the fans and my DMs keep talm bout whats glokkin
Took my brother home, when I see you nigga get it poppin'
Ain't talkin to no cop, nigga leave me alone
Why the fuck you keep texting me? Talm bout go home
And you know I'm GF nigga get back doored
We ain't stuntin that pussy nigga, that's fasho
(DJ Phat, aw man)
Better leave me lone' nigga got ya bitch low
Them bitches be trippin' more philly niggas at the fucking store
(DJ Phat, ya' dig?)
Get in a shootout on the Eastside got the block hot like jalapenos
My birthday in August, but I'm not no Leo
And the brisk on a Friday knock em out like Debo
Partna' lost all his money gambling the casino (DJ Phat)
Band gang know we goin dumb bout some fuckin paper
I can see the bitch you better not move, glocky way hotter then that fuckin taser
It's a green beam baby tell me, do you like this Laser?
Don't got no lean, I be acting mean baby I'm not stable
Rulers clips in the Glock, bit' sharp as staples
Pour that got damn syrup up, fuck it call it maple
Take a picture of me with this Glock, woah get my angle
I just pray when we get this money, that it don't ever fuckin break us
Hope that this money never fucking change us
I told my woah don't go outside without yo' banger
Nut on her face and she call me a painter
Spoil that bit' that hoe look like Topanga, huh
Go to a block knock it over like Jenga
I ain't waiting no more I done already been patient
Give a fuck bout them crackers, give a fuck call me racist
And my bruddas gone, can't stop fighting these cases
Shoot that boy, we watch him flip em just say he got wasted
Four done got locked up by the time I been wasted
I gave you this shit make me better man, I gotta do right had a better plan
(Damn DJ Phat)
Hell yeah I'm gon' fight for what ever I stand for
Having every damn gun, ain't no way we gon' run outta ammo
Ride that shit, baby you a animal
And sometimes I wanna disappear just like a phantom
We gon' pop a nigga trap they call me daryl bandit
All the shit that I'm workin for this shit not handed
Hmm, I swear to god that I'm not afraid to fucking die, mmm
(I swear to god that I'm not afraid to fucking die)
(DJ Phat, aw man, DJ Phat)
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