D. Lew - Changing Routes

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Nigga talking crazy he can get hit from the neck up
Sending niggas to the doctor promise this is not no check up
I been posted by my lonely catching plays interceptions
Nigga gang been in the cut we stackin blues like it's tetris
Fuck whoever thought we couldn't make it out
Backwood full of moon rock I can taste the clouds
These niggas trash too we bag em up then we take em out
Threw the rats to the grass and made all the snakes come out
How many woods you smoke today I'm like dawg I can't count
Niggas acting like bitches dick sucking and chasing clout
These niggas switching lanes shit dawg we change routes
All that mean is I can I never just follow the leader
Nigga tried to run so we turned QB into a receiver
Wrist icy so I gotta keep hand on the heater
Why this nigga think he tough we leave his neck broke
Made him kick flip on his head shit left his neck swole
Call this nigga Tony Starks we left his chest open
Told I'm tryna practice on my shot like is the rec open
Nigga said he finna up the blick shii you better blow it
Nigga wanna sip of the drank said it's a
Deadly potion
Who the realest on the circle if ain't me
Sent a nigga to his end zone that's a safety
Quick to up and leave a bitch they call me KD
If my side bitch get in my phone she
Gone hate me
Big chop like machete nigga it's gone shred his belly up
Hell naw ion wanna hit yo weed I like a heavy must
if its 5 heads swear to God we sending 7 up
I just up and left my ex that's a different code
Ain't it crazy when you gettin blues true colors show
I had to stay patient I had to wait for it
Nigga want the za told him I only take the pape for it
Ain't no fronts for him
Ain't no give backs
Nigga play crazy wit my money split his wig back
Huh
Niggas quiet ain't no chit chat
Sixty shots sent from my dawgs now he got a six pack
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
This shit to easy man

Written by:
Deonte Lewis

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