Diego Ave - Intro (Dysfunctional) lyrics

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Diego Ave - Intro (Dysfunctional) lyrics

[Intro] Dysfunctional Bring you in my world This sh**'s truer than True TV, n***a Yea, YT Triz [Verse 1] Mama, don't cry, dry your eyes I know a lot of n***as been planning my demise I know the enemy's gonna show up in the skies But I done seen a n***a with my own two eyes (d**h!) And n***a, I'm the rose ‘t grew through the concrete Meaning I ain't fittin' ‘o accept no defeat If you're a real n***a then them ends gon' meet I've got a couple ‘o kids and they all gotta eat ‘Cause I remember Thanksgiving, we ain't even eat Halloween, we ain't get a motherf**ing treat The Holidays came, n***a we ain't have a tree My whole f**ing family 's depending on me I pray to God, why's the devil preying on the weak? I pray to God all o' my enemies go to sleep I pray to God, please take a n***a out o' the streets Put my Mama in the crib and my brother on his feet I thank the Lord for the day I grabbed a pen and paper The only way I'm really taking out them frustrations I'm trying to make some good out o' a bad situation When I was young I regret saying f** an education If I don't get nothing else, I'm gon' get some paper (money!) The game is a swamp, but I've been an alligator A n***a's trying to eat, I ain't come to be a waiter And I'm gon' go and get it ‘til the day I meet my maker Motherf**er, what's up? [Verse 2] And now they wonder how a n***a did it Started with a plan and a n***a's staying with it ‘Cause I remember when I couldn't even cop a fifty And now they know my name in the motherf**ing city (YT!) Never had sh** so I started with the (straps/scraps) Real street n***a so I started with the traps Had plenty o' days that I said f** rapping Linked up with E Cla**, then a n***a made it happen f** n***a, what's up? [Verse 3] If you're a hater then you've been a hater (f** ‘em!) Shut the f** up, n***a get some paper (f** ‘em!) Shut the f** up, n***a die slow And put a dick inside your pothole My middle finger 's getting real tired And all o' my b**hes ‘s getting real fine f** n***as ‘s still f** n***as Tell them f** boys it's bed time [Verse 2] [Outro] f** n***a, what's up? f** n***a, what's up? f** n***a, what's up? f** n***a, what's up? f** n***a, what's up? f** n***a, what's up? Dysfunctional

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