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WeedJunky - Cage Fights lyrics

Artist: WeedJunky

album: Racing Thoughts


I'll shoot you in your head before I stab you in your back
I'll cut my own legs off before I run it with a rat
I was way too young to be stressing way too young to be touching the strap
Like the hustle was so unorganized we didn't have a trap
Got a bag and the first thing you did was blow half of that in saks
No respect you neglect your kids nigga we cant even chat
Chasing dreams but I'll murder his on my way to get these racks
Plugged my ears cuz I'm tired of hearing bout niggas gettin wacked
Can't take that exit cuz the police got the streets cut off
I'm checkin' NOLA to make sure that ain't one of my dawgs
It's new years eve trying to get my beef gone before they drop the ball
Gotta get these fuck niggas off my trail I'll pay whatever it cost
After my grandma died I spent plenty months on Adderall
They don't care if the pills fake or not they just want to tag along
I feel like the niggas juice world was running with was really fraud
That couldn't have been me and gang that's facts we would have split them all
Get a check and split it down the middle
Life ain't a joke but I swear it feel like solving riddles
Got my hoodie on like Trayvon but I ain't packing skittles
I hope you don't think this shit sweet it's not even a little
Before you try to start a war make sure your bread right
You don't really know how to spin cut off your head lights
Yea this for my brothers in that dog pound having cage fights
Yea nigga don't take lives if you know that you cant take life
Before you try to start a war make sure your bread right
You don't really know how to spin cut off your head lights
Yea this for my brothers in that dog pound having cage fights
Yea nigga don't take lives if you know that you cant take life
I went to war when I was broke before
I was on my ass when I lost my dope
Gave you my last and you cut me open
Give me that bag cuz you fucked me for it
When shit get real they ain't gonna ride for you
I was beefing by myself they ain't help they dude
I went swinging by myself they ain't help they dude
So when the situation melt I'm going to flex on you
Look at my son and I thank god that he blessed me with you
Yea we keep Glocks and choppas that's just the way imma move
Back against the wall and you turned on me
It feel like the world got a curse on me
Sometimes it feel like the devil doing work on me
They want me smoked so I gotta keep a torch on me
I'm head first cuz my whole hood worship me
Fuck all my opps they ain't got guap don't take it personal please
Before you try to start a war make sure your bread right
You don't really know how to spin cut off your head lights
Yea this for my brothers in that dog pound having cage fights
Yea nigga don't take lives if you know that you cant take life
Before you try to start a war make sure your bread right
You don't really know how to spin cut off your head lights
Yea this for my brothers in that dog pound having cage fights
Yea nigga don't take lives if you know that you cant take life

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