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    Surgery
    (专辑: Steel Human - 2020)
    
    (Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)   Oh, what the 
fuck you mean, you ain't heard of me?  Stepped in the 
game and gave it surgery  I 
told my mama I 
was sorry  You don't know half of my story  Fuck all this fame, I 
want my privacy  This for them young niggas, probably die up in that [?]  Them words you said to me probably the 
only thing I 
can't believe  Too many niggas ratting, I 
bought a 
trap and put it overseas  The 
hood quarterback, I 
put my nigga up at wide receiver  I 
trap right down the 
street from where my auntie live  My bitch a 
stripper, I 
can't die, I'ma throw this shit and live (Ayy)  I 
just came home from the 
can, 'bout to buy another Benz  I 
be so stuck, I'm booted up, this shit like Timberlands   Came in the 
game, it was laying on the 
ground  Put my hands in his chest, started pumping up and down  Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe  Breathe, breathe   Ayy, I 
brought the 
game back  I 
still would lay up with that bitch, she fucked my partner, I 
ain't mad  If the 
promoter ain't got like fifty, it's a 
no-show  This for my young niggas who down at them corner stores  It ain't no safety no more  'Fore Lil Top had signed a 
nigga, I 
was walking with thirty-eight racks  I 
was already pouring up eighths of purple 'fore I 
talked to Lamar Jackson  I 
was already walking on the 
moon, high, before Michael Jackson  I'ma get me a 
bitch, then I'ma buy her a 
body filled up with plastic  She want extensions, I 
got extensions on all my guns  You is the 
realest, I 
really think that you're the 
one  Cartier glasses see-through, it's like I 
bought 'em for no reason  I 
don't promote violence, but I 
told him to leave his phone while he creeping  I'd hate to be the 
reason, he love God, but he gon' keep sinning  Young nigga end up dying, it ain't his fault  You can't blame him, he just wanted cars with beats in 'em (Yeah)  Damn, I 
hate being famous, shackles on my wrist and ankles  Gave you love and then you leave, all I 
wanted was a 
thank you  This is for my gun slangers, this is for my gangbangers  Jail'll never make me better, time brought more anger  
 
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