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Maggy Simpson (Instrumental) — Soar Thumb | Aloharmius

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Maggy Simpson (Instrumental)

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I got that Maggy Simpson

Nigga I don't wanna talk

I don't wanna talk

I don't wanna talk

I got that Maggy Simpson

Nigga I don't wanna talk

I don't wanna talk

I don't wanna talk

Shoot in the air killing all

Them clouds

I got that Maggy Simpson

On't know what that's bout

I am that

One in ten thousand nigga

Grew up low income

Housing nigga

No upstairs no basement

Changed my address

To 100

No fake shit

What I look like

Letting a nigga take shit

Fuck around an take 6

No Gatorade

No breather

Just a swollen head

From a old heater

Old head said

It's better to have it

An not need it

I thought that

Was so strategic

Ever since then I been

Holding pieces

Screaming fuck polices'

And teachers

That don't teach us

Noodle bleachers

Twisted history

Got the brothers

Killing siblings

Where the mystery

They yo fucking enemy

Killers don't talk

Negus hush, hush

You all behind bars

Seeking they trust

You a criminal now

Boy

They ain't like us

They enslave us

To get raises

America was made

By the racist

Made into mazes of cages

Amazing the stage

Is surround

By the same shit

Marty McFly with

The arm & hammer

All threw time

Same whip

Aim spit

Even in the wild Wild West

Where it rain bricks

(Let it rain)

I got that Maggy Simpson

Nigga I don't wanna talk

I don't wanna talk

I don't wanna talk

I got that Maggy Simpson

Nigga I don't wanna talk

I don't wanna talk

I don't wanna talk

I modified them 410 shells

Chopped off the tip

Then sealed it back

With some JB Wells

My lady like

Baby give 'em hell

So when I whined up

You done struck out

You a lying fuck

Nigga what clout

You get smacked

On the ass

An pimp by yo bitch

Now you wanna get tough

Ain't that some shit

Everyones a shooter

Against a unarmed man

I pull out that judge

Watch the look on his face

Got Damn

They take kindness

For blindness

You can try to hate it

But every line hold weight

Nigga calibrate it

Point the finger

You need ppl like me

You don't want it nigga

Not even slightly

Too happy

To look down at me

Tears don't come

Just Blood

Trying to sweat me

Gloves on comfy

Haters throwing shade

Try to catch me up

before I'm paid

Too late

Be aware of

Invisible rivals

When you out

With them fly hoes

Trying to buy clothes

Life is a set up

Nigga get prepared

Or get found stiff and dead

Trying to get some bread

I got that Maggy Simpson

(A man)

I don't even wann hear it

I ya yay

(Damn but listen)

I ya yay

I got that Maggy Simpson

Nigga I don't wanna talk

I don't wanna talk

I don't wanna talk

I got that Maggy Simpson

Nigga I don't wanna talk

I don't wanna talk

I don't wanna talk