Down for my Niggaz (Remix) | Krusin x C-Murder ft.

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My niggas cold on the track, they all anemic
You should look away if you squeamish, I got the cleaver
Janitorial with heat, I'm always cleaning
The way I'm rapping it's like I'm batting the head of a non believer
I ain't been sobber neither
The pain got me determined to change on my situation
Blazing more than ever, I'm failing at moderation
People thinking I'm prolly good and I'm fucking sinking
But ain't no braking unless I go like my buddy Lincoln
Lately water and liquor they feel the same, don't it?
I'm burning out, but really it's just a lame donut.
You cheat and then you win, it feel like shame, don't it?
Just desserts, serve niggas a shame donut
It's Krusin, they not better than me
Freshman to success, they gon be lettering me
I feel sorry for niggas facing the veteran me
I know ya boy is dope, let's see what better can be
Cause I be setting bars but not competitively
I'm working on shit that they ain't ready to dream
I'm down for my niggaz, hope they riding with me
He keep inviting, say she icy, she inviting with me
They say it ain't nobody really aiming higher than me
I want more than it all, aiming high as can be
I been smoking all night I'm as high as can be
One l for every single lie I believed
God damn my lung it might collapse
Hit the moon for a walk like Michael Jack
Moving on from the love, I might go back
One more blunt and I might relax