| Yeah I know
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| A lot of you niggaz don’t plan on the day when you’d have to see me You see — I’m that nigga that you should really be afraid of I dig graves for niggaz like you
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| We gon’get more acquainted at a time when you least expect it Do you ever think (do you ever think)
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| What life would be (what life would be)
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| Where you will go (where will you go)
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| After you die (after you die)
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| You fucked up nigga!
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| You know that when that time comes and nobody is checkin
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| And everything you had is gone in the split of a second
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| That’s when it starts hittin the fan and it gets real in this bitch
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| Just face the fact your shit’s a wrap and you gotta deal with the shit
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| Despite I talk about it, I ain’t makin fun of them niggaz
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| I give thanks cause I’ve been blessed and I ain’t one of them niggaz
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| Can’t imagine how difficult it is, I know you suspect
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| that shit around you is lookin dumb, it’s gettin hard to accept it Alone in the mirror, you look at yourself and you smile
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| Disregarding the fact your running’s been done for a while
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| Refuse to acknowledge the truth like the mind of a child
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| Continue frontin, like it’s nothin while you live in denial
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| While all your people around you start to leave you in the same place
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| You overexert the little you have left to save face
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| You tryin to hide your expression from lookin worried
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| on what to do when your career is buried
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| Niggaz ain’t GIVIN a fuck about your flows no more
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| You ain’t the star you were, fuckin the same hoes no more
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| Promoters ain’t payin and bookin you for shows no more
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| You ain’t whippin the Range, you ain’t whippin a Rolls no more
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| Reality starts to settle in, you’re sweatin every wake up You’re broke and now you gotta return your jewelry to Jacob
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| You run around and you front like you’re still on fire
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| But nobody believes you; |
| and now you live as a liar
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| You’re onnly lyin to yourself cause it’s evident in the proof
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| As your world continues to crumble, come to terms with the truth
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| You’re still holdin on to them days when everything was about you
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| But niggaz don’t even remember you enough to just shout you
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| I remember when you did your thing without a doubt tastefully
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| The problem was you didn’t know when to bow out gracefully
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| Once told, never burn out, it’s best to fade away
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| Preserve your value so that you can live to see a greater day
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| People see you and it’s bugged that you mean nothin
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| You doin shit and front to prove to people you mean somethin
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| It happens in the vicious when the truth starts to settle in You step to the door of the club and see that you ain’t gettin in Forgettin you a man first, chasin the fame
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| Got to remember, morals and principles, reppin your name proper
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| but most niggaz don’t, and they whole life hurried
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| What do you do when your career is buried
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| Okay
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| I told you we was gonna get more acquainted
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| at a time when you least expect it nigga
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| I’m here to lay you to rest once and for all
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| You’ve been dead a long time but you refuse to accept that shit
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| But it’s okay
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| Nigga shut the FUCK UP AND GET IN THE BOX NIGGA! |
| (WAIT! Please!)
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| It was custom built for all niggaz like you
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| You just don’t wanna accept when it’s time to hang it up
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| (Stop! BITCH!) See you in the afterlife nigga (Wait! HELP!!!)
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| WHEVER THE FUCK THAT IS! |
| (SOMEBODY HELP!!)
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| (I CAN’T BREATHE, NIGGA!)
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| (OPEN THIS SHIT NIGGA!)
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| (OPEN THIS SHIT!)
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| (OPEN THIS SHIT!)
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| (SOMEBODY HELP! HEY!!)
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| (OPEN THIS SHIT MOTHERFUCKER WHAT YOU DOIN)
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| (OPEN IT!) |