| When I breathe I live a little less
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| Because with each breath I take a step closer to death
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| Word bond, it’s kinda' fucked up, how we’re born just to die
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| Live a life of poverty underneath dark skies
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| Sometimes I wonder does God hear me?
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| Is He there, does He know that life sucks?
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| And if so does he care? |
| It seems as the He helps those
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| He doesn’t need to making good
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| Niggas turn illegal, forget their peoples
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| I’ll cheat you duke, I wanna make that green too
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| It’s hard to feed too so I don’t need you
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| Why do what’s right when it all goes wrong?
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| Fuck that sad song, I’ma be the bomb
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| Word is bond it’s on, it’s all about the cream nigga
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| And I’ma live out my dream nigga and be the richest
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| Rock the flyest clothes get all the bitches
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| Fuck them jealous niggas they can lick my dick tip
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| And catch the stiff one son, we only got one life to live dunn
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| So might as well do your thing now and make the best of it
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| Or regret the shit you wish you did for the rest of it
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| We only get to represent temporarily so damn right
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| I’ma get mine before the bury me |