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Blown Away (Ft. Styles P)

ChehThis shit is crazy

CrazyIt's one of those things, man

You gotta experience to know what I'm talkin' about

Ha ha

It's where the goin' get roughAkonThe tough stay toughStyles PUp front

Let's go

KonvictWe in too deep to turn back now, DSure isWatch yourself

Before you get

Blown awayYou know where I come from

The place where your fate is a mic

Or a bull, or a dum dum

A jail cell, a pine box

And brothers is dumb young

Young boys

Still bustin' guns for the slum

That they come from

Cops is the only ones they gon' run from

That's it

They puttin' they hood up

But nine out of ten of us ain't got good luck

You gon' ride on a man and catch twenty-five

Or get hit and get sent to the other side

You lose both sides of the coin

So me, I play the hood, baby

Not in the

Mama got a little church I could join

But I didn't go yet

Man got a mosque I could join

But I didn't go yet

Cool with the devil on my back

I'm in cold sweats

'Bout to do some dirt

In some dirty black old sweats

If you known, you should've shown the way

Most of the hood 'bout to get blown away'Cause I was raised up to show no fear

Cowardly hearts'll never last long here

If you ain't man enough to make shit clear

Guaranteed you'll get blown away

'Cause I done seen the block break down tears

And I done seen the cops break my peers

Tryin' to hold on to a couple more years

Tryin' not to get blown awaySee, I ain't never shot nobody

But I'm known for fightin'

So when I strike, man

You'll think you been struck by lightning

Shouldn't have to prove myself by killin' a nigga

Even a child could take a life by pullin' the trigga

Retaliation only takes anger mixed with passion

So you target in the distance and keep on blastin'

They say guns don't kill people, people do

So when you're hit, man

You feel that shit the evils do

Can't see myself get beat down

My eyes swollen

Mom's cryin', they don't know what happened

My pride's stolen

If I ain't got my heat, then I got a blade

That hit ya off[Chorus]Keep my eye out for jakes

Ears to the streets

Other eye out for snakes

And these scandalous freaks

If we ain't on good terms

Don't bother to speak

Don't smile and try to spark a convo with me

Same thing'll make ya laugh will make ya cry

And while this nigga quiet nigga, he'll take ya life

Hate for it to be the world's sacrifice

If somebody else could travel

Through the tunnel of life

'Cause I'm that type of guy I'll be there

When you're ridin'

But I'll stay to myself

So if you see me out there

With a bear we fightin'

Then, nigga, go help the bear[Chorus]

Songwriters

Styles, David / Tuinfort, Giorgio / Thiam, AliaunePublished by

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