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Drew Famous - Break the Law lyrics

Artist: Drew Famous

album: MIA


I got stains on my hands now
I can't complain I won't stand down
Break the law, I don't give a fuck, doing what I want
When I want, count my warrants, saying fuck 'em all
I got stains on my hands now
I can't complain I won't stand down
Break the law, I don't give a fuck, doing what I want
When I want, count my warrants, saying fuck 'em all
Get it just the way you living dog
I'm finna set it off so please don't get involved
Gotta get it all when ain't nobody watch
So when you popping off nobody get a part
Well, I got a felony on my head
So many bars, why you telling me that I'm next
Don't give a fuck, I be right where the crime at
I'm running up everything, where you buy that?
I been sold out for about a week straight
I can't even see straight, now my feet ache
Cause I'm running circles round 'em
Bigger than the equator
Everybody wanna be like us
But don't know what it take, dedicate your life
To everything that you do, if you bang for the group
That you with, keep it true or they take your life
I got stains on my hands now
I can't complain I won't stand down
I got stains on my hands now
I can't complain I won't stand down
Break the law, break the law, break the fucking law
Break the law, break the law, break the fucking law
Break the law, I don't give a fuck, doing what I want
When I want, count my warrants, saying fuck 'em all
Break the law, break the law, break the fucking law
Break the law, break the law, break the fucking law
Break the law, I don't give a fuck, doing what I want
When I want, count my warrants, saying fuck 'em all
Lately I been tripping, people round me moving different
Maybe they just switching sides but too afraid to admit it
Just be a man of your words, if not then I won't converse
You capping in every verse so those shots they just never hurt
Look at my life, it'll teach you a lesson, if I run a fade, I don't need a weapon
Look right in my face, better get out my way, cause today not the day and I'm feeling aggressive
I don't wanna flip, I don't wanna cause no trouble, I know that I been on my shit
I don't want my mom to struggle, so look I won't say it again
Fuck the law, been going hard and we ain't gon' stop
Gotta give props when they rake in their crop, ain't gon' relax till my name is on top
You know how much shit I done dropped? To deal with your fake ass comments
I pour out the piss in my pot, on the head of whoever keep testing
To each his own, I grew up too young for a beeper phone, but I gotta keep track of what each is on
Young, run the team, I get treated like an old soul, my sneakers worn
I feed warm, drop heat like a clean storm, till the debris is gone
You'll see me on whatever TV's on, like, do you see me mom?
Break the, break the, break the
Break the, break the, break the fucking law
Break the, break the, break the
Break the, break the, break the fucking law

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