| Alone in my head, alone in real life cuz my homies are dead
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| My brodie come home and I throw him some bread
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| They can’t endeavor the shit that I been through when I used to sleep on the
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| floor in the shed
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| I was in jail thinking my life was just set up to fail
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| Think I’m the only one keepin it real
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| Don’t keep that shit in, let me know how you feel
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| Imma just deal with the pressures of life, the depression feel like I got
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| weight on my back
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| Hard to get sleep when your enmies creepin and watchin for police when you
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| chasin thm racks
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| I tell the Devil get off me whenever he cross me, I promise the lord got my soul
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| I got a problem with not lettin go, of things in the past and the things that
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| are gone
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| I used to drown in Patron, I was at the bottom of the liquor bottle way too
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| often
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| Too late for talkin, don’t need these mother fuckers in my life, nah
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| That’s the way I’m rockin, that’s real
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| Ya’ll want the smoke? |
| Well let me know the deal
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| Imma just ride til this bitch got no wheels
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| Homicide in my eyes, the shit that I’m scarred from never could heal |
| I could count my blessings, I could feel the evil that be all in my presence
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| Where were these people when I was doing my sentence?
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| Now I’m known as the mother fuckin menace
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| They hate when I get it but even more when I spend it
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| I just wanna win some, I done lost back to back to back to back again
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| And I ain’t going out like that, or maybe I’m just bein punished for my sins
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| Who will I offend next? |
| Try to live a grand card on life, 10x
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| That can never happen on the Xanax
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| Locked up dawg, ain’t nobody write my at the Annex. |
| Nah
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| Bitch stop playin with a beast, I eats… Better yet, I feast
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| Far from a rap when I’m after the cheese
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| Don’t like how she act? |
| Throw her back to the streets, «Peace!»
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| Hustle boulevard tactics, a whole lifetime full of practice
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| Money stuffed in the mattress, I rebel with a passion
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| How I find time for fashion?
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| They got high hopes of catchin me lackin, y’all come in this bitch and I’m
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| blastin
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| I’m gone take respect, I’m not askin
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| Live through so much shit that y’all haven’t
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| Alone in my head, alone in real life cuz my homies are dead |
| My brodie come home and I throw him some bread
|
| They can’t endeavor the shit that I been through when I used to sleep on the
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| floor in the shed
|
| I was in jail thinking my life was just set up to fail
|
| Think I’m the only one keepin it real
|
| Don’t keep that shit in, let me know how you feel
|
| Imma just deal with the pressures of life, the depression feel like I got
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| weight on my back
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| Hard to get sleep when your enemies creepin and watchin for police when you
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| chasin them racks
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| I tell the Devil get off me whenever he cross me, I promise the lord got my soul
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| I got a problem with not lettin go, of things in the past and the things that
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| are gone |