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The Maven Boys - Lil n***a Snupe lyrics

R.I.P to my lil' n***a Snupe

[Verse 1]
Yeah, we the realest n***as in this sh**
Pulling live out of Philly
Young n***a love popping bad b**hes and wheelies
And I'm talking all this money, now these n***as can't feel me
Money long, team strong so these n***as can't k** me, ah
I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial
When the chasers in the building turn the lights down
Cause every single n***a with me gon' be iced out
Block party, living life wild
I go to court for probation and looking like trial
The DA told me she want a n***a but right now
I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like "how?"
Is it the money? Is it the cars?
Is it the way a n***a living that took me this far?
But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars
They lock a n***a in the dark I still look like a star
I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter
I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter
They telling me I ain't sh**, I made it for my father
I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me

Lil' Snupe...
They k**ed my lil n***a Snupe, my lil n***a was the truth
And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe
So what's a n***a 'sposed to do?
Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil n***a shoot?
Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same sh** to you
And all these n***as in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof

[Verse 2]
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As I'm rolling through my city, n***a, all I see is murder
Ain't nobody seen it but sh** everybody heard it
And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving
And all this gunfire and sh** everybody murkin, better get a strap
Young n***as selling caine just to get it back
And they busting out them racks till they sitting back
And if a n***a hit my homie, we gon' hit him back
And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back
My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing
I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no
n***a these voices all in my head just telling me go get it
I came up on four wheelers
Bananas and gorillas through the jungle
Where k**ers rumble and everyone perishing
Realest n***a in it no comparison
And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant
But what the f**, I'm young black, I made it in America
So I'mma ball harder than the ma'f**ing Carter's
Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter
Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin
n***a darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him
I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg
Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw
Be the same n***as that'll take you out, dawg
Leaving n***as hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg
Where the love at? Where the love at?
I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back
Before my n***a go starving like where the grub at
Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back
Do it again, murder his k**er him and his friend
Put the arena, step on the stage, k** him again
Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in
To give my n***a a chance, see him winning again


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