| This is how it happens, somebody yell your name
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| You turn around and look, you see a barrel flame
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| You fall against the wall while the hammer nail your frame
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| Try to get up then you stumble, you sittin' there in pain
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| Thought you was a thug, all it got you was a slug
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| Crowd goes wild cause they shot you in the club
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| Killer comes closer, pop you in the mug
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| Gravity and the Grim Reaper both drop you in your blood
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| Wildin' on Instagram showing you pack heat
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| Trippin' on Twitter, they split you 'til ya black knee
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| People love a role player, so you act street
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| Til you in your homie car dying in the back seat
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| Livin' on the edge, now them killas on your head
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| Soon as you get it twisted they put a million on your dreads
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| ER is too far now you a corpse in the car
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| Before you left you heard death
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| And this is what he said
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| You only die once my nigga, you only die once
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| You only die once my nigga, you only die once
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| The motto is YODO
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| Now you poppin' rubber bands talkin' bout you got it all
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| Flexin' for the strippers, one is sendin' out a call
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| Some niggas slide up on you, quietly pull it out and draw
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| Walk you into the bathroom, surround you by the stall
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| One watch the door, other goin' in your pocket
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| One snatchin' your jewels, ain’t shit you can do to stop it
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| Thinkin' bout swingin' on the nigga, nigga stop it
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| You robbed by some pros, that stripper ho gon' get a profit
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| Your ego feel pathetic, tellin' you not to dead it
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| Expression on your face, them other niggas read it
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| You walkin' to your car, they knew where you was headed
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| They parked you in the parking lot before you can even set it
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| I seen it all unfold from a corner dimly lit
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| With a Worldstar bunny bouncin' on a nigga dick
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| See I got my Ruger, couple extended clips
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| And when I passed security, I hit 'em with some chips |