| You were so afraid
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| You were so afraid
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| For what?
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| You were so afraid
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| You were so afraid
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| For what?
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| Uh, you know what comes with success
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| Not just the funds, but the guns in the vest
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| No more fun, you’ve got sons to protect
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| The crackers wanna see you hung by the neck
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| What the fuck y’all expect?
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| Besides, for me to pull out the five
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| Leave you dead or alive, nigga?
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| This is as real as it gets
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| Forty in the 'frigerator
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| With a Philly to twist
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| I’m scared, today could’ve been my last day
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| Ha, same spliff different ashtray
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| Still gettin' dope boy you can ask track
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| No index, let the gas break
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| No custodians, just the street’s rule bruh
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| Guardian angel and my grim reaper
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| And this shit gets deeper
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| Then a tidal wave, pretending to be brave
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| You afraid nigga
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| You were so afraid
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| You were so afraid
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| For what?
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| You were so afraid
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| You were so afraid
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| For what?
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| I heard this cat pilage out in California
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| Everybody paralyzed by the paranoia
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| Shit, I guess my mother should panic
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| 'Cause these days nigga ain’t the only one with a cannon
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| I admit I was afraid
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| Too many visits to the cemetery pay
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| Teary eyed, spilling liquor on the grave
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| In memory of all the history made
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| Expect the unexpected
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| From a street dream to a death wish
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| Now, nothing’s the same
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| Notice every motherfucker is talkin' a chain
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| And anybody can get it
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| Seen a nigga catch a body and then hop in a Civic
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| His only fear, that the coppers would get him
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| Came back and he shot every witness
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| Now he’s prayin' that God’ll forgive him
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| Who would’ve thought, nigga?
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| You were so afraid
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| You were so afraid
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| For what?
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| You were so afraid
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| You were so afraid
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| For what?
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| I have no motherfucking fears
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| I have no fear
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| I have only ambition
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| And I want my… and I will do anything to protect and feed my family
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| And these niggas represent a threat
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| And I won’t be bought on this |