| Bullets grazing bodies like cattles
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| Stay alive is only half the battle
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| Will you keep the secret don’t you tattle
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| Now a days I’m so afraid of shadows
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| Bullets grazing bodies like cattles
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| Bodies turning over 'cus they tattled
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| Stay alive is only half the battle
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| Now a days be so afraid of shadows
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| Verse 1:
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| I been getting high off the rice wine
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| Don’t go outside when the sunshine dies
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| Nigga don’t be outside in the night time
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| They killing motherfuckers under night time skies
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| And police couldn’t find where the pipeline lies
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| They selling lil' girls for the night time life
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| Got a whole bunch of ice from the night time grind
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| Until he got iced man talk about a graveyard shift
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| With a Goyard bag. |
| Drake on the hip.
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| Nothing was the same when they aim didn’t miss
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| Bang bang get a load take a pic get a whiff
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| Reality TV can’t fake this shit
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| Bricks in the oven putting cakes in the whip
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| It took 'em a long time just to make this shit
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| Nights turn days can’t take this shit
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| I’m looking for certain ways to escape this shit
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| Verse 2:
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| I been getting high for a lifetime
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| 'Cus there’s only bad news on my timeline
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| Nigga don’t be outside in the daytime
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| Don’t be standing outside in the nighttime
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| Maybe they should make a movie on lifetime
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| Tryna be a millionaire need a lifeline
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| Lil' kids get enticed when the ice shines
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| Go to school and get shot like 9 times
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| And them niggas like age 8, 10 with a Drake on the hip
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| Nothing was the same when he aimed didn’t miss
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| Bang Bang get a load get a whiff take a pic reality TV can’t fake this shit
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| Breaking into homes … bullets go in domes
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| No amount of pain killers could erase this shit
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| IG post you ain’t made for this shit
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| You at home closed doors you in safety and shit uh |