| Dope, coke, then you had a stroke
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| Walk around sleep but you acting like you woke
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| No hope, is this a fucking joke?
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| First, you make us sick then you sell the antidote
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| Go broke, until you fucking croak
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| They found you hanging in your house, rope around your throat
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| Oh no, the mirrors and the smoke
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| I was blowing weed with the Devil and the Pope
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| Blood-soaked, I’m putting on my cult
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| The camera always watching so I gotta keep a cloak
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| Oh no, who wanna fly death
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| Like Juice WRLD OD’in' on a jet
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| Can’t cope, swallow pills and choke
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| FBI surveillance, you under a microscope
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| Invoke, I’ll sacrifice a goat
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| I’ll never get to heaven, all this wicket shit I wrote
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| When you look at me
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| Deeply in my eyes
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| I’m really not surprised
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| You can see I died
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| It started on the slave boats, add the black votes
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| Anything change for po' folks? |
| Nope
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| They killed every revolutionary that spoke
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| Poisonous psychosis can’t cope
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| The person you tryna persuade never insult
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| In the information age that’s how you get results
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| Using the mind to influence the mind
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| Now they got the three blind mice leading the blind
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| Got the book of Eli, braille reading the blind
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| Flesh of my flesh blood bleeding with mine
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| Crime is life and life is crime
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| Made a lot of money in my lifetime
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| Oh no, paper don’t come slow
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| Cooking up dope in the kitchen like gumbo
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| Since a adolescent my pockets on dumbo
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| One hand catch touchdown no fumble
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| When you look at me
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| Deeply in my eyes
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| I’m really not surprised
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| You can see I died
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| Look at me I been dead, eyes bloodshot red
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| No smoking regs, smoke coming out my head
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| Profit of rage, information age
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| Don’t make the obituary page
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| America scared of me, electric shock therapy
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| You could die live on the air with me
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| Psychological warfare, and I got proof
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| Propaganda, selective truth
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| Don’t answer questions, strategic messages
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| Be an optimist and not a pessimist
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| I’m like the witch doctor, I’ll make ya head shrink
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| I be ya bitch poppa disrupt the way you think
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| 'Cause it’s a psyops watch you like cyclops
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| Psychosomatic destruction of neighborhood blocks
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| Bend over for your government butt fucking
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| Cash your stimulus check, you still ain’t got nothing
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| When you look at me
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| Deeply in my eyes
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| I’m really not surprised
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| You can see I died |