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Identity Crisis Video (MV)




Performed By: Dmoneyesko
Length: 2:39
Written by: Damareus Jackson




Dmoneyesko - Identity Crisis Lyrics




Facts
Wake up in the morning get some weed right out the sack
I was lost no path for me to go
My life was lookin black
You on the block
You hoping its the opps
So you can all attack
Back on the block
You got a 40 glock
You go to sleep wit that

Who he think he is?
Oh you a shooter?
Then bitch shoot me
Shooting clip right after clip
We turn that boy death to a movie

Slidi, ridin in that beamer boolin
And i be damned if she try to break my heart
That bitch she better get the movin
Do or die this aint no picking sides
So really what you doing?
You know we come thru Cold
Bold
Smacking Shit like boston bruins

Tell the truth alot of niggas that be rappin
They be cappin
Who am i to judge em
Im jus tryna show him he aint bout it

Slap his ass he getting rowdy
My bitch mad she sittin poutin
You can have it at the house but you cant leave the house without it
Smokin gas this aint no cookie
See you mad yo bitch is lookin
And lets say if dont know a nigga
Then his bitch is tooken
He aint shootin you wont blow a nigga
Betta keep it pushin
Or yo ass gon regret the day you came here with that bullshit

New bitch classy
She aint a hood bitch
Where is you from
We gon slide where yo hood is
Up every morning im tryna get rich from a dollar so sleeping aint what i been doing
So many nights wit no lights and dont bills dont get paid
Im thinkin ma what is you doin?
Crazy i find out she selling herself for her wealth and spent it all on drugs im ruined
I cant sleep, ainnt no purpose
Keep it going, is it worth it
I done tried so many times
Tears dried up cant even cry
Can you look me in my eyes
Tell the truth aint gotta lie

If i die
Keep that same energy
Yall wouldnt slide if i was alive
Youll never fail if you never try
Youll never win if you never do
Postin subliminals all on the net and you gettin upset i see you fit the shoe
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Facts
Wake up in the morning get some weed right out the sack
I was lost no path for me to go
My life was lookin black
You on the block
You hoping its the opps
So you can all attack
Back on the block
You got a 40 glock
You go to sleep wit that

Who he think he is?
Oh you a shooter?
Then bitch shoot me
Shooting clip right after clip
We turn that boy death to a movie

Slidi, ridin in that beamer boolin
And i be damned if she try to break my heart
That bitch she better get the movin
Do or die this aint no picking sides
So really what you doing?
You know we come thru Cold
Bold
Smacking Shit like boston bruins

Tell the truth alot of niggas that be rappin
They be cappin
Who am i to judge em
Im jus tryna show him he aint bout it

Slap his ass he getting rowdy
My bitch mad she sittin poutin
You can have it at the house but you cant leave the house without it
Smokin gas this aint no cookie
See you mad yo bitch is lookin
And lets say if dont know a nigga
Then his bitch is tooken
He aint shootin you wont blow a nigga
Betta keep it pushin
Or yo ass gon regret the day you came here with that bullshit

New bitch classy
She aint a hood bitch
Where is you from
We gon slide where yo hood is
Up every morning im tryna get rich from a dollar so sleeping aint what i been doing
So many nights wit no lights and dont bills dont get paid
Im thinkin ma what is you doin?
Crazy i find out she selling herself for her wealth and spent it all on drugs im ruined
I cant sleep, ainnt no purpose
Keep it going, is it worth it
I done tried so many times
Tears dried up cant even cry
Can you look me in my eyes
Tell the truth aint gotta lie

If i die
Keep that same energy
Yall wouldnt slide if i was alive
Youll never fail if you never try
Youll never win if you never do
Postin subliminals all on the net and you gettin upset i see you fit the shoe
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Writer: Damareus Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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