Euro - Shook Ones (Freestyle) lyrics

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Euro - Shook Ones (Freestyle) lyrics

Verse 1 Young Money sh** man Check , Uh They Scream Murder I hear no evil, See no evil I fear God. I fear no equal One life no ones left in no sequel Same flesh as my flesh Except my soul ain't see through No trust in people Move through cold sewers and limits is signed to us Only hope is illegal I seem to escape confinement Slipping flows under the door and through the peepholes I peep through The suns balanced. tell me how the son Keeps Conscious after malicing some talents I'm Unbalanced, Flipped weight I still have it from practiced sk**s that's real dope I flip talent That's Check mate I pray I have a check made out to long life without stress of getting debts payed I'm Off track I try to keep myself ahead You can find my train of thought on the express way Don't mind me I spit like I'm trying to get me to sign me It's harder to find me I can't remember where I placed myself I escaped myself So How the f** could myself to remind me? I mean real music and real people Like large haystacks with Little needles Can't Discover, I mean Either other that heal people Couldn't shoot down at two steel eagles Instead I spit bars that k** egos Just watch me go, Better with time Wine, My flows water Yet I spill veno I die tryin' Keeping One zero's Hard to keep a dollar where they steal, grip Steel and k** Heros So hold that Whos to tell me that I ain't nothin' next to where I came from It's not a come up it's an upset Now you can find me on the Strip tryin' to tell a b**h I just f**ed that I don't love her I just love s**, And money of course. sh** like that Ain't have a pot to piss in so how am I gon' sh** like that? I hear them talking like "How Euro get like that?" He was just on D5 he ain't rich like that You're damn right. I don't eat right I can barely Find a meal. No one told me I could lose my mind tryin' to find a Mil' f** it, I keep the money because I can't keep still I'll walk around the Hit factory looking for a deal Third world stugglin' to First world Stugglin' The waters not hot and the baths not bubblin' The heats not on. In the house no cuddlin' And the shots in the night. the streets scream trouble And the cops keep rushing and the people stay muzzled I never seen a cop in the Dominican republic And if i see a cop in the Dominican republic then He probably holdin' rocks when your straps out in public They can legally technically rob your a** in public But I say no more and keep 3 eyes open Because the truest sh** I heard is in my mind done spoken Now every hand I shake is like a sharp knife pokin' Yeah I said every hand i shake is like a sharp knife pokin'