ASTHMA ft. Tru400 Lyrics

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Hold on wait

Never on time

But i'm never too late

Ima say things that a nigga gon hate

Be a long day if you trynna play jay

Wish a nigga would

It'll make a nigga day

Really from what the wood

Don't care what a nigga say

Better think twice if a nigga wanna play

Cause i'm coming from a hood

That will make a nigga pray

Still i gotta prove myself time and time again

In the stu where you find me in

had to let a nigga you don't ever

Wanna try my pen

Then whooped his ass, you'll be fine my friend

But then i gotta hear a nigga say shit

But he really on some groupie nigga gay shit

I told niggas that i'm not the one to play with

Run up on a nigga like, what you say bitch

Click clack

Yea i thought so

Niggas never want it with the boss tho

Going kamikazee like marshall

An artist like a martial

Kill this shit so many different ways

If we battle, ima leave you at the crossroads

Me i never lost tho

niggas know they better play their part tho

Before i take a nigga to the art show

I done came across some niggas who ain't

Half as good

But you niggas over there ain't even partial

Hold up let me take my time

Niggas know they can't touch my rhymes

At 21 i was feeling like deion

And i ain't even touched my prime

Cross me then a nigga better step back

All tough talk nigga better dead that

And you gotta know i mean it

If i said that

Brenton ave in this bitch

Now respect that

Oh no no hold up

Wait woah

How many times i gotta let you niggas know?

It ain't no distance that tru won't go

To kill a nigga who be fucking with the brothers of the 4

Sittin shotgun in a car ride

The best punch in a bar fight

Same mentality as the far right

Never see me in the mix with none of these trash rap niggas this is the lyrical apartheid

So you better keep it cool p

Nigga think he fire till i come around and i reduce heat

I'm a killa with the loose leaf

Think shaq and kobe when the ave get with spruce street

Its a warning, this is not a song

I don't give a fuck about who right or wrong

Never let my little brother fight alone Hoppin in the whip now its a ride along

Aimin at a nigga, keep it knockin like he not at home

A hundred niggas with him, bet he die alone

You the problem, i'm the answer like i'm iverson

You can talk yo shit but when you cross the crip

Then ima dump the clip into ya body homes

Kuz nobody knows where the body goes if a nigga gotta die today

So don't you nigga press my buttons or ima have to turn the heat up on a nigga

Like a microwave

And leave him in a body bag

Now his mommy sad

Why was he too scared to return fire?

Now the only way you get to hear a good song from him

Is if they sing it in the church choir

Boy i'm coming from that 4 block frontline

Big stepper for the hood and the blood line

You wouldn't make it in the land of the sunshine

Get you hit with something harder than my punchline

Too easy