| The darkness seems hopeless
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| Shots firing, cops sirens
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| It all sounds like a song to me
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| And it’s saying
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| Run, run run run run
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| It’s saying run run run run run
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| It’s saying
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| Cops coming, shit when they ain’t though
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| Stashed the little dope that I had inside a sinkhole
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| Roped off the edge of the block and said you can’t go
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| Passed the corner someone got shot up on the eight floor
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| If you’s a dope boy in these streets, there’s no escape for it
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| You my nig, what the fuck you gonna do my nig
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| Without the drug flow, it ain’t no money flow
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| Your child look at your funny, even your honey know
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| Funds low, don’t sell dope well fuck I’ma go
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| Out in these streets that’s all a nigga know
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| And I’m up to my neck, it’s getting hard to see
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| Only way to make it out this shit is if God’s with me
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| If this is a test and I can do it then God can see
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| The street’s in me but there’s also God in me
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| A yo cuz' you can’t fake what’s in your heart
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| To see your family go it ought break you apart
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| The darkness seems hopeless
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| Shots firing, cops sirens
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| It all sounds like a song to me
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| And it’s saying
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| Run, run run run run
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| It’s saying run run run run run
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| It’s saying
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| I grew up poor, you already know about that
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| Guess that’s a fact, everybody know about blacks
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| Not fun to talk about that’s why we talk about crack
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| Or driving Maybach’s back-to-back
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| Yeah back to back
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| Yeah, another lost nigga want the back to black
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| Cause I’m trapped, and all I’m trying to do is get the track back
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| Jumping shit, ain’t that something
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| You build your own prison then lock yourself in it
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| Based on your own convictions
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| Losing your religion
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| You’re making bad decisions
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| Chain on
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| Yea it’s hard to listen
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| The way the ice glisten
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| When I was young my friends was out there pitchin
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| And I was in class, broke, hard to pay attention
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| Money ain’t everything, you sound real convincing
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| Niggas starvin in the hood and you’ll never convince them
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| Live for a dollar and die for it too
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| The darkness seems hopeless
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| Shots firing, cops sirens
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| It all sounds like a song to me
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| And it’s saying
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| Run, run run run run
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| It’s saying run run run run run
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| It’s saying |