Hodgy Beats - Loyal lyrics

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Hodgy Beats - Loyal lyrics

[Intro] You know I rather a motherf**er shoot me in my face than shoot me in my back so I can look my murderer in the eye before he take my life. You know what I'm saying. Die so I can be born again. k** me, k** me, k** me, k** me. Yeah [Verse 1] n***as crying over a clout like boo-hoo I'm shedding tears over instrumentals from U2 You wanna diss me on a record and shake my hand in public When you see me now that I don't f** with you too I put 'em to bed, they slept on me, they snooze lose They see me acting crazy but they never see a dude bruised My screws' lose, b**h I'm a motherf**ing coo-coo I brush sh** off like coo-coo Play it cool man you're too cool I see these grown men whispering telling secrets You say it to my face, I break your face, better believe it n***a Throw a bone and wish it don't come back But wait til the dog fetches it and f**in' receives it n***a All that sh** you from your ego is shot down like a free throw Talking like a bunch of tricks, mistreating n***as Once I turn my back, no point of return, I'm leaving n***a I be the odd ball, just call it even n***a [Hook] Say I wasn't loyal (Say that I wasn't) Say I wasn't loyal n***a (Say that I wasn't) Just say I wasn't loyal Wait til that sh** recoils Say I wasn't loyal, say I wasn't loyal I'm a hot head, I boil, I boil I bless them with my prescense, they spoil [Verse 2] It's my world, I walk around on my earth And when I die, I'ma dig my f**ing Joe Dirt n***as talking sweet, I squeeze your life out like Gogurt A black man, black arm, black fist, no shirt Lucid dreams talk big afterwards And then I do what I'm talking about, a proverb I had them d** in my hand, popping xans, moving slower You lie in the gra**, I'm starting to mower Running your mouth, you can't stop the f**in' motor n***a I'm the same I'm golden, whether high as f** or sober I'm hopping off the bandwagon n***as tryna get over Watch me pull a cat out the hat speaking matter facts like your wardrobe Chasing golden pots and leprechauns, rainbows picking the four leaf clovers sh** ain't the same since this fame came Don't gotta say names, I just play the blame game, n***a [Hook]

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