| Some people tell me that I need help
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| Some people can fuck off and go to hell
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| God dam why they criticize me
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| Now shit is on the rise and my family despise me
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| Fuck em and feed em cuz I don’t need em
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| I won’t join em if I can beat em
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| They don’t understand my logic
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| To my gat, to my money, and I’m hook on chronic
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| I never wanted to hurt a nigga
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| Unless you come flexing that trigger
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| I’ll dig ya that grave on the east side of town
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| Now your six feet underground
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| From man to the dust to the ashes
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| All I remember tell me where the cash is!
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| Click clack barrel at my dome
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| Give all your loot or you ain’t going home
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| But I ain’t going out on a bang
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| Wa dada dang wa dada da dang
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| (Hook)
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| I’m having illusions all this confusion’s
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| Driving me mad inside
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| I’m having illusions all this confusion’s
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| Fuckin me up in the mind
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| Mother fuckas be driving me up the walls
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| Hoping that I fall but they can lick my balls
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| Straight jacket strap it
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| In the padded room where some punk niggas can’t hack it
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| Distracted from all reality now I’m let out
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| On a minor technicality … They all fucked up now
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| Cuz they let a nigga back on the street some how
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| I’m looking for some one like me
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| Living in my own world to my own degree
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| On the loose in the city looking at the ho with the titties
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| Looking at me and I feel shitty
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| A lil tensed up getting hot
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| Cuz she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spot
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| I’m trying to find ways to cope
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| But I ain’t fuckin around with a gage or a rope
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| (Hook)
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| I’m having illusions all this confusion’s
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| Driving me mad inside
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| I’m having illusions all this confusion’s
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| Fuckin me up in the mind |