| Yeah, I close my eyes, count to three, now I’m ready to die
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| I ain’t scared of nobody, I know the devil’s a lie
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| I don’t argue with these hoes, cut that messy shit out
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| On a mission, only fuckin' when my schedule allow it (Whoa)
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| I be with everyday niggas, this no arrested development
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| Went to court for them felonies, beat the case, took the blessing (Uh-huh)
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| Through the trenches, less religion, more spirit connection
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| I can’t explain it, so I know I can’t help it
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| Seeing me in my element, got these niggas disheveled
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| I dig it, you dig it, but who really gon' die for this treasure?
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| My body’s suspended, my mind just be spendin'
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| My conscious ain’t Kendrick
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| No shade to that nigga, but where I’m from, ain’t nobody special
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| Mad city full of bad ass kids
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| Just smashed your windows, then carjacked, then crashed your shit
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| There’s no Nintendo, no pun intended, we ain’t playin' Witcher
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| Had to slit my wrist to get enough red to paint this picture, okay
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| Are we born to live?
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| Do we live to die?
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| Will our soul survive?
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| What’s beyond the sky?
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| Tell me why we’re here
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| Nobody knows why (Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
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| Will our soul survive? |
| (Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
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| What’s beyond the sky?
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| See, I was ready to die
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| I were ready, had the aiming steady
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| And stayed for my eyes, no, no regret, no goodbyes
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| Just take a look deep inside the casket, I never could lie
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| No more confetti would fly, none of my day ones would cry
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| Just a lot of booties bouncing, hips swaying, moving mountains
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| Moving Hennessey around the function, never runneth dry
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| Greetings from the other side
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| Where it ain’t nothing but a gangsta party
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| Old schools roll through, I’ll haunt you in the night
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| In the morning, in all of them dark corners of your mind
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| Fuck a one who said if I was self shopping, call it hurricane eye?
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| I’m gettin' closer to God, more than a newborn
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| More than a two tone, drug in my system
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| Even more than Scotty
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| Got bright darkness inside me
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| Brought my nephew in front of me
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| Told him, «Keep on colliding»
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| I could never see you run from it
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| See, this world full of lie
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| And your sister full of goodness
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| So, let nothing surprise you
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| We shoot the flies off the bullshit
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| Are we born to live?
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| Do we live to die?
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| Will our soul survive?
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| What’s beyond the sky?
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| Tell me why we’re here
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| Nobody knows why
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| Will our soul survive?
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| What’s beyond the sky? |