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    "Well" Lyrics

    Slimm Calhoun feat. Killer Mike

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    Y'all playin' with this game
    And it's a damn shame

    This game real, boy, you can get scarred and barred in it
    If your heart ain't in it, caught up in this world spinnin'
    Before you started you was finished, dehydrated and deplenished
    Niggaz is all washed up without a swallow in they cup
    'cause every time a chicken cluck, you trickin' a buck
    You pressed your luck and got stuck, fuckin' up the re-up

    That's the ones with big talk and no game
    Spendin' chips but no change
    All the dope and no caine, war stories but no pain
    The same ones that pop lip then flag ship
    Then gotta hip skip before real niggaz pop clips
    You better hop hip

    Well, well, well, well
    Well, well, well, well

    Niggaz slum and slimmed out
    Chevy's is primed out
    Hit traps and grind out
    What's poppin', let's find out

    Well, well, well, well
    Well, well, well, well

    College Park
    To Adams ville
    And Killa Kill
    Got 'dro and plenty pills
    Cuttin' blows, hoes and dip

    Well, well, well, well
    Well, well, well, well

    In God, I trust and in the crowds I bust
    Smokin' weed to calm down, I'm so blown off dust
    It's harder to feel pain when my brains is mush
    I know it's fucked up, how fathers turn they back on us

    And our sick sad mamas smoking crack on up
    Slime-ass po-po right in the back of us
    Connected muthafuckas got better crack than us
    But rich muthafuckas ain't gon' mash like us
    Hear sirens coming and continue to bust

    Lustful ways, livin' in these mistrustful days
    Who said crime don't pay, niggaz out here cockin' K's
    Don't drop, they spray, one shot, you lay, toxic waste
    One pine box, one case, I'll block yo place

    I beat niggaz senseless for Jordans and sixty dollars
    Pinned hoes' toes to the earlobes and collars
    In the back of a Impala, all to deliver pain
    Twist her frame and hear her holler
    So savage that it's gettin' harder

    For me to see redemption in tomorrow
    So far from God that I'm finding righteous paths hard to follow
    I'm gulping vodka, I'm killin' sorrow in the bottom of a sky bottle
    So depressed and sick and Slimm young and gifted
    I'm just sick and twisted

    Well, well, well, well
    Well, well, well, well

    Corner-clockin', in the backroom work-choppin'
    From Biscayne to Boat rockin', one-stop shoppin'
    Guarded by glock and cash, ain't no stoppin'
    They party pill-droppin' till all the drawers droppin'
    'Droed up, my niggaz stay poured up, sho nuff

    Hold up, big bank we fold up, so who wanna roll up?
    We got that heat, so you better drop that beef
    Before they pop and sweep your whole block in one heap
    Stay at the gun show in a Range cockin' new thangs
    Like we out west, playa, down to whoo-bang
    Come on

    Well, well, well, well
    Well, well, well, well
    This song was submitted on November 22nd, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Michael Render.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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