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IAMCHRISCRAIG - The Handymen şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: IAMCHRISCRAIG

albüm: The Handymen


All of my brothers been reckless and damagin' (uh-huh)
Nigga don't have a heart like a mannequin (uh-huh)
I been payin' my dues while I'm holdin' my tool
In my city, they call me a handyman
I am deaf to my hearin' and my opposition
That means ain't no more understandin' 'em (huh)
And we bombin' on enemies who wanna war with us
You'd think we'd mention Afghanistan
Poppin' these meds made me part of the sickness
Me and my niggas are tryna get rich quick (right)
Pushin' big body weapons to meet a new height
Movin' just like a truck with a lift kit (brrt, buck-buck)
Even though I'm in Hell I just pray to the father
The hope that my spirit get lifted
In this city that's down with the sickness
Treatin' the guns like Beyblade, how we rip shit
If a nigga wanna talk, leave him in the morgue (yuh)
He a bitch, if he wanna bark, leave him as a corpse (aye)
With the metal, I'ma stretch a nigga like a vocal cord
Heavy metal, how I'm rockin' out
I'll leave you on the floor, of course
So you better know you in danger
I am a man who submerged in his anger
Keep a 30 for shiesty behavior
Chopper stay close, you would think that we neighbors (brrt)
I'm the handyman, uh
That pops up like I'm Candyman, uh
Silence the lambs, I am deaf to the streets
But still rep gang like a family man, uh (like what!)
Gettin' bread, we be sonnin' the ops (aye)
Adrian Peterson runnin' the block (uh-huh)
I bond with my bro, it's all love from the drop
I react just like boy the young thug of the crop (aye)
Movin' weight to my new estate
And my crew is great and all the rules to break
See, I knew it's fate when all you would hate
So I threw the bait for my group to wait, uh (like what!)
It's no fakes, it's just me and the fam (wuh-wuh)
On our plate, we be feeding 'em grams (aye)
Pull the blick or get beat with the hands
Don't show disrespect 'cause you see I'm the man
Run up on me, you get fucked up, uh!
Bro got a chopper, it buck-buck
You out of luck-luck
If you see me pull the trigger, nigga better duck-duck (brrt)
I put his mans in the grave (yuh, word)
Niggas, they hate, but they ride on a wave (yuh, woah)
All until they see their teeth on the pave (yuh, aye)
Now they see that death is all in their face
I have never been a slave

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