| Kill a street nigga, get a dime
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| Kill a rap nigga, get a dub
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| I heard you Kodak (Gang shit, uh, uh)
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| They be like, «Ayy, Herb, we got PTSD or what?»
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| (Post traumatic stress disorder, nigga)
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| Told him you gon' live but he ain’t live, my nigga died
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| Thinking 'bout it now, the last time I really cried
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| Shut 'em tight, now I see red when I open my eyes
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| That’s the only time I told my nigga a lie
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| 'Member he had that bitch on fire and it wasn’t even hot
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| I’m surprised we won that gun fight, it wasn’t even a Glock
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| I was right there in his face and I ain’t even get shot
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| Watch my comments 'cause the fans gon' say I got him got
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| 16, I’m young as hell, we going on the opps
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| That’s why it’s lil' bro 'cause he don’t talk too much, that nigga plotting
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| Please don’t let Maneski influence him, that nigga rotten
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| We put in work for Kobe and Roc so they don’t feel forgotten
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| 6 AM I had my pen jottin'
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| C Money called me like «Pop out, we on it again, ándale»
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| I know the opps like, «Damn that’s them again, they coming again it’s ugly»
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| Mikk had the stu booked for me but I’m on the block with my killas 'cause
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| that’s where I wanna be
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| Went on my first hit but I ain’t make it a body 'cause I saw a lady in front of
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| me
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| I had a dream that I saw the nigga killed Roc with a gun in my hand,
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| he was under me
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| I was naive chillin', ain’t wanna go get it, thought I could just wait 'til it
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| come to me
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| I went and got it, now I got a lot, nigga, everybody know I got dough,
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| go wherever I wanna be (Wherever I wanna be)
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| Thousand-mile races through my head, now I can’t sleep (I can’t sleep)
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| Let me just relax, the Devil playing wit' me
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| Angels talking, I just can’t hear what they saying to me (Saying)
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| Suffering from anxiety, I’m fighting insanity (I'm fighting insanity)
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| In the streets, I saw them fiends more than my family (My fucking family)
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| I been seeing so much blood I need a Xan' to sleep
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| I can’t even get no sleep unless you laying with me (Laying wit' me)
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| And I got faith I’m gon' get home, I know you praying for me (Uh)
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| I don’t wanna lean no more, now I can’t even sleep
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| Sweating out for weeks, if I ain’t smoke weed, I couldn’t eat (I couldn’t even
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| eat)
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| I was drinking syrup before I heard of SoundCloud (Before I heard of SoundCloud
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| rappers)
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| When Lil' Black was in his prime, you niggas wasn’t around (No bapp)
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| Before the Instagram had my city going down (Niggas want clout)
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| Back if you ain’t know a junkie wasn’t a four around (Nothing)
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| I was tryna ease my mind, stop it from going 'round (Stop it from going round
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| nigga)
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| I seen buddy laid down, holes in his crown (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| All you niggas wanna be kings but doing peasant shit (Doing peasant shit)
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| How the fuck he want commission? |
| Ain’t even selling shit
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| Niggas still out in these streets like they ain’t telling shit (Snitch bitch)
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| Ain’t a hustler, he can’t eat unless he nailing shit (Unless he nailing shit)
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| If he want smoke, I love pressure, I’m inhaling it
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| Nigga, I’ma strike at whatever
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| I got my pipe, I’ll do life, nigga, try us, whatever
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| I ride dolo 'cause I found out niggas wasn’t solid
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| I thought you was riding forever
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| 90% of these niggas is bitches
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| They find theyselves snitchin', tryna lie to detectives (Fuck is you talking
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| for?)
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| Thousand-mile races through my head, now I can’t sleep (Damn)
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| Let me just relax, the Devil playing wit' me (Devil playing)
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| Angels talking, I just can’t hear what they saying to me (Can't hear what they
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| saying to me)
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| Suffering from anxiety, I’m fighting insanity (Going brazy, roll up)
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| In the streets, I saw them fiends more than my family (Damn)
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| I been seeing so much blood I need a Xan' to sleep (Damn)
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| I can’t even get no sleep unless you laying wit' me (Damn)
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| And I got faith I’m gon' get home, I know you praying for me (I know you
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| prayin')
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| Thousand-mile races through my head, now I can’t sleep
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| Let me just relax, the Devil playing wit' me
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| Angels talking, I just can’t hear what they saying to me
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| Suffering from anxiety, I’m fighting insanity
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| In the streets, I saw them fiends more than my family
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| I been seeing so much blood I need a Xan' to sleep
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| I can’t even get no sleep unless you laying with me
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| And I got faith I’m gon' get home, I know you praying for me |