Don’t talk about it! Ham Sandwich (USA)
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[Hook]
Deep in the game huh?
Stay away if you a motherfuckin' lame
Don't talk about it, I just struggle through the pain
Don't talk about it, they don't care what I been sayin'
And if a motherfucker try me, he won't be lively for long
I shoot a movie like I'm Spike Lee, hop in the drive seat, I'm gone
Yeah, I'm gone
[Verse 1]
Gone, I'm at a 7-Eleven, eleven P-M and my momma told me be home at seven
A group of niggas in a black truck, engine is revvin'
I got a feeling that they gonna try and send me to heaven
But I was brеd to get the bread and I ain't talkin' unlеavened
And when shit be getting sketchy, then I'm drawing my weapon
The chopper been with me so long, i'm 'bout to schedule a wedding
I get it banging every night, the neighbors wish they can deafen
To the dirt, Mike Rowe, hop in the Bruce Wayne
Hunnid on the dash in 9-5 like it's Usain
I just move the money, gettin' new gains
Niggas usin' old roads, I'm pavin' new lanes
These are old scars, but this is new pain
Look around, I see oldheads and new lames
And new chains, livin' in a mad world, this the new sane
[Hook]
Deep in the game huh?
Stay away if you a motherfuckin lame
Don't talk about it, I just struggle through the pain
Don't talk about it, they don't care what I been sayin'
And if a motherfucker try me, he won't be lively for long
I shoot a movie like I'm Spike Lee, hop in the drive seat, I'm gone
Yeah, I'm gone
Deep in the game huh?
Stay away if you a motherfuckin' lame
Don't talk about it, I just struggle through the pain
Don't talk about it, they don't care what I been sayin'
And if a motherfucker try me, he won't be lively for long
I shoot a movie like I'm Spike Lee, hop in the drive seat, I'm gone
Yeah, I'm gone
[Verse 1]
Gone, I'm at a 7-Eleven, eleven P-M and my momma told me be home at seven
A group of niggas in a black truck, engine is revvin'
I got a feeling that they gonna try and send me to heaven
But I was brеd to get the bread and I ain't talkin' unlеavened
And when shit be getting sketchy, then I'm drawing my weapon
The chopper been with me so long, i'm 'bout to schedule a wedding
I get it banging every night, the neighbors wish they can deafen
To the dirt, Mike Rowe, hop in the Bruce Wayne
Hunnid on the dash in 9-5 like it's Usain
I just move the money, gettin' new gains
Niggas usin' old roads, I'm pavin' new lanes
These are old scars, but this is new pain
Look around, I see oldheads and new lames
And new chains, livin' in a mad world, this the new sane
[Hook]
Deep in the game huh?
Stay away if you a motherfuckin lame
Don't talk about it, I just struggle through the pain
Don't talk about it, they don't care what I been sayin'
And if a motherfucker try me, he won't be lively for long
I shoot a movie like I'm Spike Lee, hop in the drive seat, I'm gone
Yeah, I'm gone
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