The Blues Ain't Never Gonna Die

Mike Griffin

Score: 10
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Played: 4

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Hypnos
Lucid dreaming
Under 2000 listeners

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Reporting live from the trenches yea All I ever wanted was some money yea Sit on the curb with a bomb in my drawls yea Grinding hard from the night until the morning yea Where momma said don’t go we went there yea Ain't never feared no man but God yea Against the odds yea Ready to spark yea On any nigga thinking he starting yea Ninety-five and zero you know we finish shit yea So don’t get baptized for playing around yea We got them choppers that don’t make a sound yea I roll with hoodlums like my name was Whisper yea I’m drinking mud tryna forget about it Taking all these risks tryna get my niggas out it You know we bout it bout it Smoke his ass just like exotic Feds listening niggas snitching He caught and can’t keep quiet A hundred shots ring off we really seen em About my bros I put that beam on em We really bout it we bout it Don’t make me body ya Pull up hop out and whack em then we outta here When its time to slide Just be ready to ride I’m on that B5 shit been stanking shit since I was knee high Ain't serving them fuck niggas they just gave my young nigga life Just know one thing I ain't going back and forth if I see em he gonna die I got this shit out the mud, came out this motherfucker dripping in blood These niggas ain't solid these niggas gon fold these niggas stepped on like rugs These niggas get the fame and change I’m doing this shit for the gang You got this shit off of shows I got this shit off the stove We get them bags and flip em Ain't moving right we dip em Yea I’m from the 3 but I’m good in Simpson Spraying shit ain't leaving no witnesses Just got the strap in the club Blues on me no dubs Try yo luck get plugged Still thank God for my plug I’m drinking mud tryna forget about it Taking all these risks tryna get my niggas out it You know we bout it bout it Smoke his ass just like exotic Feds listening niggas snitching He caught and can’t keep quiet A hundred shots ring off we really seen em About my bros I put that beam on em We really bout it we bout it Don’t make me body ya Pull up hop out and whack em then we outta here