Gudda
• Written by Skeptah
I'm a tell these niggas: "motherfuck the world"
Only real, niggas feel this
Punch a hole in his system like I got a steel fist
I don't trust a soul nigga, so I ride alone
And I've been paranoid ever since I got a phone
Yeah, better roll or get rolled over
You too cool nigga? You could get the cold shoulder
I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die
Ride, I survived and I made it out alive
And they wonder why my face look blank
Cause I don't give a fuck about what they say or think
Uh, nigga you see me with that face wall paint
Come on, pick your poison in the spray of a shake
Militant minded, the way Gudda think
You could meet the devil, better pray for the saints
Militant minded, the way Gudda think
Nigga you could meet the devil...
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Skeptah
Member since November 7 2015