SwaggB - Separate Myself lyrics

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SwaggB - Separate Myself lyrics

[VERSE] Uh How you finesse your mans for a couple bricks ? How you set up your mans just to get hit Why you talking bout bro with a broke b**h ? I'ma finesse my way till i get rich Where i come from , we ain't have sh** Catch a stain then we pull off in a black whip If the ops stop us , we don't know sh** f** the ops , we be chilling on the main strip When i got bread , then they on some bro sh** Don't trust n***as , they be on some po sh** They sneak diss , think i don't know sh** They be pillow talking on some hoe sh** Thats why i lay low , do my own sh** Treat the game like caesar on some rome sh** n***as dont make moves on some prone sh** My hittaz they be shootin on some drone sh** Why you talking business with a op b**h? Why you making plans with a damn snitch? How you trust a man that got you hit ? If we catch you lacking , you better dip Cause we keep 12 up in that clip We play hot potato with a damn grip I love nena , trust one b**h Never know keep her by my hip Been the same n***a and i'll never switch It's like gettin money became my niche And i love rap , i would never quit If i go broke, catch another lick My n***as in the cut, pop out , Glock out Catch a lick , do a hit , man they love to bang out You a snitch , you a stain , why you runnin your mouth? You a hitta , you this , i ain't hear bout Have my young boys on you Man they tryna gain clout Don't come to the 4, better take another route When we come round , better have no chains out Broski looking for a chain , and they got the lames out Was k**ing in this sh** , since they let pain out I had to separate myself, n***as ain't my mans now They be plottin , they be hating , so call em fans now Now i got bread , and they got both hands out Ima finesse my way till it all plans out Ain't nobody out here giving no handouts In the hood with my ice , man i love to standout Don't try no sh** , cause you'll get a man down Gotta Watch my back , from n***as Ima around Cause they do funny sh** , ain't real, n***as clowns They be scheming on the low , tryna bring a n***a down Rest in peace to all my n***as in the ground

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