| Life is too short, too bad, and too wicked
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| Cherish today, now it’s too late for us to kick it
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| When heaven sent me this angel
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| There’s nothing I cannot handle
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| Life is too short, too bad, and too wicked
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| Cherish today, now it’s too late for us to kick it
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| When heaven sent me this angel
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| There’s nothing I cannot handle
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| A touch of grey, ooh blessings, disguised as lessons
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| The ripple effect, Zombie the vessel it’s said
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| Slept on these words are my weapons
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| Slept on like bruh popped a xanny
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| Slept on the floor to a milly
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| Seen niggas snitch seen em died
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| The game is fixed, so I gotta stay ahead of it said I lived it
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| Embedded it shine like my skin the melanin
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| Felt like I been here before but I can’t put my hands on it
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| Finger tips in the resin, and feel my thoughts hope it resonates
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| Life is too short, too bad, and too wicked
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| Cherish today, now it’s too late for us to kick it
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| When heaven sent me this angel
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| There’s nothing I cannot handle
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| The streets told me, if you hold a grip, make it look flashy
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| Its peace homie, only flip the script if you get antsy
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| And she told me, boy you raised them stakes
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| Ain’t no time for belly aches, you got some weight up on your plate
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| I see you on the stone, in the skys you play our songs
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| Nestled in our arms, we ain’t worried about them lungs
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| I ain’t got no allowance, I did that on my own
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| I’m still trying to cope, and life is just way too short, and we just inhalin'
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| the smoke
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| Life is too short, too bad, and too wicked
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| Cherish today, now it’s too late for us to kick it
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| When heaven sent me this angel
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| There’s nothing I cannot handle
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| Life is too short, too bad, and too wicked
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| Cherish today, now it’s too late for us to kick it
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| When heaven sent me this angel
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| There’s nothing I cannot handle |