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Joey Purp – LEBRON JAMES Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Woohoo
Most incredible
Yes
Young
Yeah
Woohoo

[Verse 1]
Niggas threw the tough guy thing, but the streets know
Then they tryna front on my city like we ain't cooking dope
Murders on the tv screens, what's it good for?
Price tag on my back, what's it hitting for?
Murder rate rising nigga, over multiplying digits
Thought it was your mans until he went and testified against you
All my niggas co-defendents, all my bitches independent
Realest nigga of the century, whip sitting on twenty inches
Had to get it from the trenches
Give it to my home, nigga
How you sending statements to the States
It be your own niggas
Headshots took off
Seats grey poupon
From jawns that I pooped on
I splash now I sing songs
Pimpstro
Hit 'em with the pole and make the bed rock
Pill pop
Hit 'em with the soda, make it lead lock
Heatshot
I remember we was kicking verses
Used to dream of rocking stages, nigga, we was stealing purses
Yung Purple

[Break]
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Now I was talking to my mother one day
And she told me
"Boy there are two kinds of people in this world:
The type of people that look, and the type of people that see
Now everybody that sees is looking, but you can't see without looking
But everybody that looks can't see
And you gotta see
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[Verse 2]
Feets with the ziplock bags
I got the stash spot
The fiend for the shoe box cash
I picked the padlock
And I fronted your mans that was the past opp
The click blast in front of your mans
You niggas mascots
Murder was the mindstate
Boosting up the crime rate
You ain't getting money unless you see that shit in five states
Crack kills, crime pays
I'm getting to it nine ways
I stacking all my hundreds 'till they taller than the --

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Songwriters: Joseph Davis
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