| I got some demons on me, they been feeding on me
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| When I sold prescriptions, and my pill addiction
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| Fuck the damn detectives, momma called the Reverend
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| I know she praying for me, but I’m in the shadows
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| Hella drugs and ammo, kicking doors, my MO
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| I got some bad habits, I do some shit I shouldn’t
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| My life is on a scale, I know there’s angels on me
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| All my dead homies, I know they waiting on me
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| Selling dope from out ya house, I know you praying for me
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| I know you used to trust me, I miss the chicken nuggets
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| And the kisses from her, damn I miss you momma
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| Trouble keep following me
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| Trouble keep following me, oh yeah
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| The shadow keep following me
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| The shadow been following me, oh-wee, oh-wee, oh-wee
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| Trouble keep following me
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| Trouble keep following me, oh yeah
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| The shadow keep following me
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| The shadow been following me, oh-wee, oh-wee, oh-wee
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| Trouble keep following me |