Kuniva - The Bando Theory lyrics correction

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Games don't get played 'round here nigga (Uh uh)
Let's separate the house from the field niggas
The real nigga, I off for real nigga tortured by the sight I spilled

[?] kill niggas [?]
I'm so for real, picture me and my teams
Had them pokin' out of my jeans
Highs and lows cannot build with ya
Beer sippin', beer drippin' from the brew
Kickin' games, showing nothing but fearlessness, still in this
I see what Proof meant, now I really feel him
Die a hero or live long enough to become a villain
They silently attack so how I look like chillin'?
I done been in real beef, these niggas are only grillin', no illin'
Tensions used I came up overlooked in them vintage
Your missis j
She met every requirement to sip this pimp juice
Fill up her jaw like a whole water big leaked
These dudes are fraud, my heart
Had to scrap real brawls enough to bearin' the scars
Went from high school [?] to clearin' it out in bars
Death dyin' [?] I ain't hearin' them out at all
A pitbull next to y'all I'm a big dude
Booze [?] like it's chip food
Don't forget this rule
Never cross those, who was there for ya
Bled for you, had your back [?] and the pistols
Grown man, I ain't never ducked behind my partners
From [?] Glocks, [?], choppers
Dodgin' the devil sittin' comfy with a Godly posture
You think infinity stones, I'm thinkin' seven choppers
I wake your block up, samples ain't the only thing around here That gets chopped up, boy you are not us
Soakin' up the hot sun, the grease comfortably
This is hurtin' me like I'm givin' out flat tummy tea
It's a certain feelin' of uncertainty approaching me
The whole family gon' eat, Hercules Hercules
Take you out, this a cheat day
It look expensive but it didn't cost much of breeze

My cup [?] empty
Pull up forever crispy
Hoppin' out the [?]
Bring out the roses every time we ride
I call my heart the bando because it's empty, don't remind me why
A while ago somethin' inside me died
I'm still good, you can count on me nigga like [?] every time he dropped
Bein' real to you was just a 9 to 5
Me I do that shit for life
'Til it's over, 'til the wheels fall off
Even then I'ma hit your ride
Bruh, it ain't no hoppin' lanes [?] it ain't no switchin' sides
Choose wise 'fore you pick a side or we can let the clip decide
From this moment on I'm bein' cocky, a Detroit legend
My karma's good, I'm tryna match my credit (Right)
One of the first Detroiters hittin' overseas before Sean did it
We paved the way so all of us can get it
Live from the bando

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