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    "Break YoSelf" Lyrics


    N3ll - Break YoSelf

    Klan....Bounce.....You know what the fuck it is, 94 mentality, now these niggas mad at me......bounce

    [Verse 1: N3ll]
    These niggas be clutchin, they postin the block, and be scared to pop
    Drop another brother mother fuck a blackland
    We the south, tell me you bout it, I really doubt it
    Shooters run up to keep me out the violence
    Niggas be prowlin, you ain't even a component, opponents deceise every moment
    So break yoself claimin you want it, you runnin up on it

    You stuck up, you chicken, you boneless
    See really ain't holy, rest in peace pj my nigga, you really ain't know him
    You really ain't growin, smokin that ganja my nigga, you really ain't blowin
    My niggas be totin, nigga you left and you hit
    So get labled a snitch and you dumped in a ditch
    You like a bitch
    Break yoself claiming you eatin I shouldn't give a shit
    Nigga betta duck, drunk and he dont give a fuck
    Clutchin and ready to bust, he never did trust
    That nigga, done dissed and got rushed, he felt like he set that shit up
    Now if you trynna buck, hittin the gate and got stuck
    Where safe till that nigga ran up
    And snitched on his plug, got stuffed and drugged through the mud
    Left in a tub full of blood
    These niggas dont tell, fuck up and tell on your self
    You look like that nigga dat never sat up in a jail
    Dem niggas so body frail, betta break yo self
    I take yo health, gotta make this wealth

    Quick wit it, niggas can't get wit it
    Smokin and chokin exposin them bastards
    I don't give a fuck and what
    These niggas gone hate and these bitches they're nuts

    [Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
    Living existences, personal prescription
    You sippin this lean just to get you high
    Stick in the air, aim at me if you dare
    Ignorance is a bliss so I'm hopin you die
    Niggas is niggas, so niggas have moments, and ended up leaving the synthesis
    Total disaster, they'll kill if they have to with bullets and mayhem
    And killin a bitch, Wasted in miami, where shit is uncanny
    I'm hopin I'm livin past 21, Where is the drop, get the Glock and I pop
    And the lean and gettin that nigga and gun
    Consequence, consequence having no consciences
    Leaving yo blood on the fuckin floor
    This is reality makin no gratisy

    Nigga it's Curry so open the door

    [Verse 3: Rell]
    Cruisin' round' in that black splat, with a mac ten got a hundred rounds attached
    Run up on him with the funk and lay his ass flat
    Talkin' stupid make them choppas go brapp brapp haaa
    Young ass nigga chasin' scrilla get dat, pump to your gum
    Make your fuckin face go numb, fuck nigga you don't want no beef
    Fuck nigga you don't want no beef, any nigga wanna get it
    He can get it black stick put that shit to his mothafuckin' fitted
    And I ain't playin witcha', my niggas' come getcha', take a hundred rounds with ya
    We blow on that dank, fuck nigga get stank, put that shit to his face
    And blow out his brains, nigga you witnessin' real, put him in the field
    I bet he get killed, that nigga never kept it real, he script when he hit
    He got 15 years, pussy nigga remember I got yo address
    And I know where yo mama live, put a real nigga off in the field
    An' all he know is kill, kill

    [Verse 4: Willo]
    This the real deal, bitch I bet you feel trill
    Off in this thang from the south watch yo mouth cuz what we spit is kill, ill
    Dade County 305 what you know about it ho? In this thang we gettin change
    And we just gettin rowdy yo, trunk music thump you better bump, toot it once
    As you is, nigga we off in the business, we gettin the chiznits
    Cuz we got to eat, you niggas can't get with me, I'm sickedly
    Spittin this shit so quickedly, they can't get with me this is the
    Recognize how we just apply this shit with a vibe and we gettin live
    And you bitches is about to cry
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
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