| E to the S
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| There’s a plan for you, yeah
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| by mistake
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| Gotta get it out of here
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| If you know what’s best
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| It’s a war outside
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| Gotta get it out of here
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| Any chance that you cat
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| Had to grow up fast when my momma died
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| Closed the eyes with my two fingers, I was fifteen and I didn’t cry
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| Wipe the blood drippin' off of momma
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| Jumped off the porch, straight in your house
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| Pistol drawn, nigga, get out
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| My dad, he lookin' at me like, bam
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| My lil' boy turned a man
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| Try anything, I rush a nigga
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| He too big, gotta bust a nigga
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| Stay to myself, I don’t trust a nigga
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| My ex bitch said she proud of me 'cause she realised I was a blessing
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| Last nigga who stole from us, we beat his ass and we left him
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| Left his ass straight for the wolves
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| Tryna cop a, that’s bull
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| My cup double, my eyes demon
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| It, it’s all full
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| I sit back while she blow dick
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| And while she choke it
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| Don’t disturb a nigga, I’m focused
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| Turned my emotion into a motion picture
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| I point a finger, huggin' on a trigger
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| Activist sitting all up on my liver, damn
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| Post killing my lungs
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| All these dead bodies and pain
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| I swear to god, I’m numb, yeah
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| Eearz to the streets
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| Eearz to the streets
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| All these dead bodies and pain
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| I swear to god, I’m numb, yeah
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| There’s a plan for you, yeah
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| by mistake
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| Gotta get it out of here
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| If you know what’s best
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| It’s a war outside
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| Gotta get it out of here
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| Any chance that you cat |