| With the world on his shoulders, feel he sold his soul out
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| And the world get colder, daughters get older
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| Tell lil' bro slid like oil, bullets got closer
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| And this shit ain’t for you, this shit for the soldiers
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| Pack like a holster, racks like I’m holding
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| My life on the road real, might see a bison
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| Send hits like Tyson, feds send the mice in
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| Tell 'em turn the mic in
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| We turn the streets up, make that back seater
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| Vetements, two pieces, that’s a 'Vette two seater
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| Don’t insist to get in, in the game, no bleachers
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| I’ma press the issue, if he snitch, he disowned
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| Right is right, wrong wrong is wrong
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| Sometimes you on your own own
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| Sometimes you do wrong wrong
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| Sometimes you ain’t long long
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| Sometimes you got my heart, don’t even know
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| Sometimes I know you right even if you wrong
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| With the world on his shoulders, feel he sold his soul out
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| And the world get colder, daughters get older
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| Tell lil' bro slid like oil, bullets got closer
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| And this shit ain’t for you, this shit for the soldiers
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| Pack like a holster, racks like I’m holding
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| My life on the road real, might see a bison
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| Send hits like Tyson, feds send the mice in
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| Tell 'em turn the mic in
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| We turn the streets up, make that back seater
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| Vetements, two pieces, that’s a 'Vette two seater
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| Yeah, on the yard with your jail legs
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| Wanna see you, hear nothing
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| Wanna feel your heartbeat
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| I know your heart filled with love
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| You could kill with that nigga
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| That don’t mean they love you
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| Strong, stay strong
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| Stay strong, stay strong
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| You ain’t got long, not at all
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| Just hold your arm, I’m coming home
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| With the world on his shoulders, feel he sold his soul out
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| And the world get colder, daughters get older
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| Tell lil' bro slid like oil, bullets got closer
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| And this shit ain’t for you, this shit for the soldiers
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| Pack like a holster, racks like I’m holding
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| My life on the road real, might see a bison
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| Send hits like Tyson, feds send the mice in
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| Tell 'em turn the mic in
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| We turn the streets up, make that back seater
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| Vetements, two pieces, that’s a 'Vette two seater
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| Dougie on the beat |