LP Rambo, DD Caine - SAD STREET NIGGAS & FUCK TRUMP lyrics

We really run this city
And it's funny how I ain't
Even from this city
Niggas stabbed in the back and I guess
They got tired of my back
So they stabbed me in the eye
You street niggas getting sad
I will seriously put a wesson
To all y'all niggas talking bout the best
Dorien would slaughter all y'all niggas
I got passports I wanna hit Japan
But they got a street nigga
Travel ban fuck trump

Marijuana odor, Don't want 6 I stole her
Now he look for closure
It's just his bitch bipolar
My watch causing solar flares
Can't 1 on 1 we know you scared
Ain't no paper planes around cause
Ain't no nigga folding here
Keep the police over there
Run out the trap they know we here
They told his ass don't go in
There LP shots have him overwhelmed
Aye, I dove right into a foreign to a
Hood I'm banned from I'm going there
Aye, I jumped right out of a foreign there
That fuck nigga go we rolling there
Yo' trap house I smoked in there
My neck inhabit's polar bears
Aye, Leave your wife around LP
Then that's a whole affair
Aye, all you niggas fucking clowns
You from the local fair
Aye, They tryna stop LP from
Talking I'm too vocal there

We really run this city
And it's funny how I ain't
Even from this city
Niggas stabbed in the back and I guess
They got tired of my back
So they stabbed me in the eye
You street niggas getting sad
I will seriously put a wesson
To all y'all niggas talking bout the best
Dorien would slaughter all y'all niggas
I got passports I wanna hit Japan
But they got a street nigga
Travel ban fuck trump