| Hook:
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| (I can feel it comin’in the air tonight, hold onnnn
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| I’ve been waitin for this moment for all my life
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| hold onnn, hold onnnnnn)
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| The best of y’all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger
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| When it was hunger that stopped the nigga from goin’under
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| And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile
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| Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child
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| Meanwhile, somethin’I gotta show you an I hope you can take it Gonna leave you in the desert, an I hope that you make it Gotta put you on your ass to see what it does to you
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| When you stand up an see that I’m just showin’love to you
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| Other niggas would put a slug through you, over your ends
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| Caps I fucked with are real, but hey
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| Those are your friends
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| Its just what you got comin’sometimes you don’t know
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| What you askin’for, did you ask for more?
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| Should the casket door swing here, it is done
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| An thought you was a killer, you swore you’d never run
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| Nigga died with his gun still up in the holster
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| It is comin’in the air? |
| Yeah its getting’closer
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| Hook
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| I see life through many shades of grays and blacks
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| I could take that an him 'em with the blazin’tracks
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| When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams
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| Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams
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| The devil got a hold on me an he won’t let go I can feel the lord pullin’but he movin’dead slow
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| Let 'em know that amidst all this confusion
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| some of us may do the winnin'
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| But we all do the losin’its just who does the choosin'
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| Easy goin up or down what have you been provin'?
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| Jus that you were fuckin’ground
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| Bitch seen the bullshit, but never spoke on it An I know that deep down you really don’t want it I woulda traded the chance of bein’the child with a father
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| Movin’talent and bein’able to survive when its harder
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| My balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife
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| That’s why I hit these motherfuckin’streets at night
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| Come on!
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| Hook
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| There’s a lotta shit that I let slide, cuz its outta my hands
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| Lotta niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans
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| An a lot of my mans is not seein’through the fog
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| Families by the truckload, feedin’them to the morgue
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| Full moon, arooooo, the howlin', errrrrrr
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| an growlin', shhhhhh, an prowlin'
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| Don’t know love, can’t show love
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| That means you gonna need more love
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| than on old thug, but hold up, roll up Talkin’out the side of your mouth is what’s gonna is what’s gonna let niggas know
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| Why you bad in your house, an they lie up to your spouse
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| Told her it was suicide, but you an I Both knew the truth, for we’d never die
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| Listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob
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| Cuz you dead up in the fog, an that’s your head by the log
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| I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there
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| This is hell an we both here
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| Can you feel it? |
| Tell me yeah
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| Hook
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| Afr, afr
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| Haha
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| Aroo, arro
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| Whoo, whoo, whoooo |