Stray Bullet

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Nephew Texas Boy - Rap

Stray Bullet

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[Intro] I keep it one in the head My nigga got hit in the head My nigga got hit in the head So I keep it one in the head June, you're a genius [Chorus] Niggas ain't fightin' no more, better keep you a fire God be talkin' to me but I don't be peepin' the signs Could've got killed today, but it wasn't my time Most of my friends are dead, other half doin' time My nigga got hit in the head, so nigga, we slidin' Gang task force label us menace society My youngins don't want no money, they'd rather catch them a body If you reach for my chain, better catch you a body [Verse 1] My nigga got hit in the head, I got one in the head All I can think is murder, I'ma be thinkin' ahead I was just drivin' the truck, I could've been dead If I get caught with this white I'm goin' back to the feds My Asian one bought me a fully, you better shoot if you pull it I'm bulletproof to a bullet, I'm known to press all the bullies I keep havin' dreams 'bout bae, I keep relapsin' off drank Hi-Tech with no ice, lose your life for this ice When it's really real you gon' know, I can't tell my friends from my foes I'm not impressed by these hoes, these hoes, they come and they go I took the shit 'cause he slow Patty cake, patty cake, patty the dope I'm scraping, I'm scraping, I'm scraping the bowl Sellin' this dope 'til they tappin' my phone, Nephy One time if you been to the feds I'm sellin' dope 'cause they scared I took his dope 'cause he scared I done been pushed to the edge I done been pushed to the edge [Chorus] Niggas ain't fightin' no more, better keep you a fire God be talkin' to me but I don't be peepin' the signs Could've got killed today, but it wasn't my time Most of my friends are dead, other half doin' time My nigga got hit in the head, so nigga, we slidin' Gang task force label us menace society My youngins don't want no money, they'd rather catch them a body If you reach for my chain, better catch you a body [Verse 2] Niggas ain't playin' no game where I'm from 15 years old with a hundred round drum Hit on your chest like I'm playin' the drum I bought me a brick but I started from Tums Murder and robbery, don't do it sloppily Tryna get out of this, voodoo up out of me Bought a monopoly, bought me some property Somebody please tell the devil get off of me, yeah Ain't had bags in 30 days Damn near losin' all my plays Started sellin' weed, now it's back to 'caine Six feet gang and we're diggin' graves Let me catch you lackin' if you wanna I'ma leave your body on the corner Everybody 'round me, nigga, caught a body, nigga Everybody 'round here on it How could you say that you were my dawg? But you didn't ride when it jumped off? I can smell it right now, you pussy, you soft You goofy as fuck, I'm gon' take you out I'ma pull up to your house And tryna knock that bitch down I don't like no fuck niggas They don't like me, so fuck them niggas like oh [Interlude] You know what I'm sayin' Shit get real when you play in the field, nigga Ain't never been no house nigga, nigga I'm a field nigga, nigga, I'm in the field with it, nigga, yeah [Chorus] Niggas ain't fightin' no more, better keep you a fire God be talkin' to me but I don't be peepin' the signs Could've got killed today, but it wasn't my time Most of my friends are dead, other half doin' time My nigga got hit in the head, so nigga, we slidin' Gang task force label us menace society My youngins don't want no money, they'd rather catch them a body If you reach for my chain, better catch you a body [Outro] This goes out to my OG This a real life story Get well, Sosa Get well soon, Saddam Straight up, I can't even get it out I stutter when I talk, nigga, for real, nigga This the realest shit I never said in my life, nigga Why I got my prayers, this nigga get hit right in the head, nigga Life ain't the same no more Nephy, three times For my OG nigga, Saddam C'mon

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Credits

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  • Nephew Texas Boy