| This ain't a diss song, this a real song
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| Nigga, we ain't runnin' from no responsibilities
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| I take care of families
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| I'm embarrassed over this mess that I done caused
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| I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid
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| And it's way too many homicides
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| Bought a hunnid guns, got my niggas sliding
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| Fucked the bitch once, now she wanna cry
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| Snitches told the Feds, I had an alibi
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| Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night
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| I don't know her name, she wanna have my child
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| Laughing to the bank, got me runnin' wild
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| Numb to the pain, so I keep a smile
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| Gotta keep it stashed up for the trial
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| Material intentions got her playing foul
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| I'm in rare form like a hyena runnin' wild
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| All the opps getting gunned down
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| I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid
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| And it's way too many homicides
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| Bought a hunnid guns, got my niggas sliding
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| Fucked the bitch once, now she wanna cry
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| Snitches told the Feds, I had an alibi
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| Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night
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| I don't know her name, she wanna have my child
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| Laughing to the bank, got me runnin' wild
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| Numb to the pain, so I keep a smile
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| I lost connections to the streets and I was in denial
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| I seen a grown man shed tears 'cause he lost his trial
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| I said, the streets a crazy feeling just to lose a child
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| Have a one-on-one with God, yeah, it been a while
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| I woke up paranoid off drugs
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| I said, "I'm tired now"
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| I answer my phone in the middle of the night
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| Like, "Who done died now?"
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| Knowing I'm involved
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| But we gon' slide back when it's dying down
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| I don't know who opps no more
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| You look crazy, I'm firing rounds
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| I love the streets, it's a portion of me
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| I came from nothing to "The Voice of the Streets"
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| I got blood in the streets
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| The way he died, I advised he died in his sleep
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| That's the trenches
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| I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid
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| And it's way too many homicides
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| Bought a hunnid guns, got my niggas sliding
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| Fucked the bitch once, now she wanna cry
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| Snitches told the Feds, I had an alibi
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| Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night
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| I don't know her name, she wanna have my child
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| Laughing to the bank, got me runnin' wild
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| Numb to the pain, so I keep a smile
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| Public conversation got you touching clouds
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| Pop the wrong pill, hit the wrong dial
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| Ain't no visitation waiting for the trial
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| Took my last name, this ain't 'bout the child
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| Real classy jazzy, but don't do no trolling
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| Gotta treat you like dead when you playing bogus
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| See, Pluto you my brother gotta stay focused
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| Sometimes I get in my feelings too
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| I wish I wore a Trojan
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| They tryna go viral off DMs that's why I'm antisocial
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| I'm just tryna teach the killers not to use emotion
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| I got a whole bitch, don't think about my old bitch
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| I'm just tryna live my life and catch this moment
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| I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid
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| And it's way too many homicides
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| Bought a hunnid guns, got my niggas sliding
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| Fucked the bitch once, now she wanna cry
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| Snitches told the Feds, I had an alibi
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| Broken hearted, fuck my bitch every night
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| I don't know her name, she wanna have my child
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| Laughing to the bank, got me runnin' wild
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| Numb to the pain, so I keep a smile |