| Roll the dice
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| Please no more twenties because you making me numb
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| My bags heavy like a loaded gun
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| Don’t give a fuck about it
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| No
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| In
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| You’re not the only one who wishes I came
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| No recent memories just to face your
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| What can you do about it
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| Hoe
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| I’ve been sitting all alone
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| Lights out in the morning
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| Dark thoughts' where I’m going
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| With my niggas I ain’t showing
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| All in Hollywood outside
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| Everybody feels for me
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| Slowly breaking down living on this hill ain’t worth it
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| Fake shit always coming I can’t drown it in a bottle
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| Bottled up my anger, got stabbed by my brother
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| Told me, bidness is bidness, demons lurking in the shadows
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| Falling for a fuck I ain’t excited for tomorrow
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| Roll the dice
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| Please no more twenties because you making me numb
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| My bags heavy like a loaded gun
|
| Don’t give a fuck about it
|
| No
|
| In
|
| You’re not the only one who wishes I came
|
| No recent memories just to face your
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| What can you do about it
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| Hoe
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| I’ve been walking all alone through the valley of the broke
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| Seat twelve in the morning, niggas putting on a show
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| I don’t wanna deal with that damn, I got work to do
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| Boy, I’m scared for my life, I won’t end up in the news
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| I’ve been living in a prison sentence looking at your crew
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| I’ve been flexing flexing flexing and I see you doing too
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| Blue vests got the gun you whips ain’t a few
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| Don’t you run up on me, I’ma run up on you
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| Roll the dice
|
| Please no more twenties because you making me numb
|
| My bags heavy like a loaded gun
|
| Don’t give a fuck about it
|
| No
|
| In
|
| You’re not the only one who wishes I came
|
| No recent memories just to face your
|
| What can you do about it
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| Hoe
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| (Wow I’m alive)
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| (Wow I’m alive)
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| (And still breathing)
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| (Wow I’m alive)
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| (Wow I’m alive)
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| (And still breathing)
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| (Wow I’m alive)
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| (Wow I’m alive)
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| (And still breathing)
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| (Wow I’m alive)
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| (Wow I’m alive)
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| (And still breathing) |