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Matt Ox - Pacific Ocean (Prod. McCoy)

BAGKID - How Do You Do It (Prod FlexinGangBeatz)

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LYRICS:
Niggas can’t get too comfortable
Niggas can’t sleep at night
Yeah

Looking for liberation, 
Niggas bought a choppa
Ain’t no time for tripping,
You gon need to roll another blunt 
No entertaining 
What they say 
Cause I can’t give a fuck 
I been out elevating’ 
Love to hear
That they hate me
That’s inspiration
Why they hating on me 
When they imitate me ?
What’s the difference 
Between us ? 
You too impatient,
I go hard everyday
When they say I made it
Illustrating my pain
Through the ancient dated
Art of verses
Born to face 
The curses 
Early death, a mercy 
Praying for my journey
Medicated; 
Treated wounds 
Could never hurt me
Meditating; 
So I face the Gods
Like Percy Jackson
Bitch I’m blasting
Anytime
I get the chance to pull the trigger 
Liquor make a nigga feel like
He will never die
Drowning my sorrows 
Till I be like
“Where am I” 
Still in a world of confusion 
A place where people got too used
To illusions
I know you lying to yo soul
And you losing 
I know you dying down inside
When you cruising 

I know you dying down inside when you ugh 
I know you dying down inside when you ugh
I know you dying down inside when you ugh 
I know you… okay 

Niggas can’t get too comfortable 
Niggas can’t sleep at night 
Now we don’t dream 
I remember shedding tears
When I got the phone call
That my brother got shot dead
In the streets 
I was in the car
When a nigga got called
When a nigga got told
Debated on murder
And taking another soul
Suffocating; wondering why 
Out of all niggas 
Make a motherfucker wanna cry out
Same time at the funeral lined up
Cause the nigga had a heart straight vital 
Had that whole fucking city stretch miles  

I was raised in the Tenderloin
Where niggas never had a chance
Even when the sun would shine
It was heavy pouring rain
Anytime you went outside
You could always feel the pain 
And the anger
That resides 
In the souls of many men 
And all the women
That were lost
Taking cover
Underneath the front of
Anybody’s loft 
On another block 
Niggas shot at the bus stop 
And that other street 
Drug dealers give in defeat
Cause the real crooks
Walk around with a gold badge
And baton 
To smash any pawn
Without being wrong
Vagabonds
Steady in the street 
Begging for some peace
Blood marks the homes
Of the modern man 
Plagued by the scars of confusion
When death is the answer and only conclusion
Will you find peace in observing 
Your emptiness 
Losing your pride 
In the midst of avalanche 
Losing yo soul to the trauma

prada pain! (prod. level)

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