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We out on our own Fighting the good fight The nights have been cold But it still feels right We on we on our own Fighting the good fight We on we on our own Fighting the good fight Twerk it, twerk it, for a livin' 'till it's all black hearses One time for my bloodline, two times for my hurtles and my cosigns 3 times for the potion, passed by a mystic hypnosis Think I got it from my daddy, who done got it from his pops Granny was a widow by the time he dropped And I make it look so easy Girl back home telling me, "you don’t need me" Ain't nobody gon' feed me Gotta pyramid to build, that nobody else will But I do it for the thrill of the kill The free meals, I would do it if I didn’t see bills and that real I gotta couple hands I could've dealed, but I yield A believer to the end, I'ma run this mine field Ah yes Only time will stand a tests I'm surrounded by opulence and blinded by material things Can't see the fangs in they mouth Letras de cancionesIt's like I'm workin' in a haunted house Minimum wage gotta scare my way out Wolf man bout shave and bounce If the fight worth fighting better get them guns Cause they don’t fight fair when they hunt us down all one by one Gotta gang load of ammo, 'bout to blaze like Rambo Some will call me a vandal, but I got my own angle This life's a gamble We out on our own Fighting the good fight The nights have been cold But it still feels right We on we on our own Fighting the good fight We on we on our own Fighting the good fight This is grown folk music But I drink like a teen with a fake ID, when he know he not supposed to use it Chalk it up to the blown excuses This is for the late night, make right Grinding up another piece of steak might take like Too much time for me to make my mind up And finally wanna back up off the break lights If you need me to be that good fight, then I pack a Rubin carter You can lock me away, but untill I get to say; I'mma do me harder Fist to the sky like the millionth of man They been guilty in the land I'm beginning to demand Just a little bit of sentiment when idiots are dripping all the sizzle out the pan Fried, last night I had a dream I died But wouldn't you know I had a smile so wide You could divvy it up amongst the whole damn tribe Well that's live, the ground been shaking like 9.5 Doing 95 out on the 95 She let me live my life, I give her all my mind Heart, body and soul Take time just to party and reload Good fighters gotta start it up and go When Bacardis in the bowl and you tryna' lock a goal Or 3 or 4, we be at war, with a greedy whore In a bleeding corpse When we only tryna' live life, nice type, right, with an even score We out on our own Fighting the good fight The nights have been cold But it still feels right We on we on our own Fighting the good fight We on we on our own Fighting the good fight From Letras Mania