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C Plus - Deep (2013)

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C Plus - Deep lyrics


I’m bout to take 28 grams to the neck
And think about success while I sink in the depths
Sitting on the steps of the set where I grew up
Where game signs were similar to hard liquor man
The way the things got grew up
And who knew I’d blew up
Well, everybody, same one that never leave the lab
Of being every party
They wanna know how we do it
They wanna know how to do it
A lot of niggas done came and went
But you remained the truest
Niggas that pay they rent and came much ruin
Others done felt back and gave up music
Rappers talking bout sellin crack, when they prolly use it
I’m doper that what you smoking, put the flame out to it
And I’m, out here like kendrick’s little homie with the yapper tearing them up
You niggas probably know me, think about it, I’m cheering up
Reminiscing on homies that done passed away
As I pass the jay and say

[Hook]
Just deep, I see ghosts when I sleep
Sometimes I gotta wake up just to know I was asleep
Cold sweat, all on my sheets, got me paranoid, holding my head
Tryina catch my breath, on my right tryina watch my left
Still ducking from the angel of death
Man shit gets deep, I heard my man’s breathing in sleep
A reality I touch but for me it’s all to keep

And you can believe it or not
I’m still getting bread like I’m needing or not
And this is for my g’s that believe in the block
I’m dope on my own, I ain’t need in the pot
But it helps me cope, in the lab drinking tea
Just to help my throat
Throw a zero at the end just to help my quote
Now that’s broke if you ask me
Last year I was broke but I was happy
Who am I kidding, couple industry niggas scratchin they lid like
Who the kid is?
But everything Gucci with me like who the kid is
My squad don’t drop bricks, I need a gold dish
Just to match the condom on my dick
Your hoe knowing what I’m bout
I got a dirty mouth, and if that nigga want beef
I serve em in and out
Look, I’m not the threatening type, so what your weapons is like
You not a heavyweight, you steppin too light
I pen the type of shit the veterans write
You niggas better than nice, I never pop
Like it’s cedric and vice
They want me locked up for murdering mikes
And the jury is trife, that’s the type of shit disturb me at night

[Hook]
Just deep, I see ghosts when I sleep
Sometimes I gotta wake up just to know I was asleep
Cold sweat, all on my sheets, got me paranoid, holding my head
Tryina catch my breath, on my right tryina watch my left
Still ducking from the angel of death
Man shit gets deep, I heard my man’s breathing in sleep
A reality I touch but for me it’s all to keep.


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