| I know I rap a lot about being dead or dead broke
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| But, my city starving it’s the go that’s just the way it go
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| They stealin', robbin', living heartless, never hit they target
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| The summers long and winters harsh cause we got red snow
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| Red snow, red snow
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| The summers long and winters harsh cause we got red snow
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| Red snow, red snow, red snow
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| Look, red snow
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| I was born in the slums through the drugs and the bums
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| Lookin' up to thugs with the guns
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| Why they want for us to settle every first of the month all the way until you
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| tired of the crumbs
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| Kids getting up for school the ain’t setting no alarms they wake up to the
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| sound of the drums
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| And respect don’t go too long nowadays man a nigga wanna with the guns
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| I remember I was young running wild with my niggas we’ll run around the hood
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| just for fun
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| By eighth grade yea we was trapping stacking ones, staying up for parties
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| packing guns
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| 22s, 380s, 32s under the jacket thought we was the Navy
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| Man we took on the hood made them old niggas fall right in line man they
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| thought we was babies
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| Back then had to think and react like a man as a boy that’s what made me
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| I was ridin' for mine we gon' die for the cause, know No Öimit crazy
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| I was out in the field, committing sins on my dawgs, disobeying the law
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| Bitch no respect for the jakes I’ma ride if they pay me
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| And the fuck niggas lower than rats in the streets doing hits liking babies
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| You won’t catch me with no gat in the streets, niggas say they after me
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| Niggas say they whackin' me
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| Bust and fire don’t know what got in me
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| G Herbo ain’t with no rapping beef, if a nigga want me clap at me
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| I used to have dreams with degrees growing up becoming a athlete
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| But instead I just ended on essex, Lil' Roc rolled the swishers and cap had the
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| heat
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| Pistol gang I keep my gat with me
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| No limit my I got company
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| Kobe squad I still got act in me, Roc block ain’t just a tat on me
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| I know I rap a lot about being dead or dead broke
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| But, my city starving it’s the go that’s just the way it go
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| They stealin', robbin', living heartless, never hit they target
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| The summers long and winters harsh cause we got red snow
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| Red snow, red snow
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| The summers long and winters harsh cause we got red snow
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| Red snow, red snow, red snow
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| Red snow, you either dead or dead broke
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| And all the young’ins know is blow and sell that damn coke
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| They daddy’s dead or on death row and moms don’t care or know
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| Where eight year old’s get killed at candy stores no damn remorse
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| Babies, mothers, grannies, aunts niggas don’t fear no more
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| They ain’t in the streets forreal they don’t care no more
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| These niggas ain’t forreal, they ain’t trained to kill
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| A lot of niggas really bitches they just life taker
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| And they take the wrong lives, they ain’t life savers
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| They ain’t trynna get money they ain’t bout paper
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| These niggas know me lowkey liberal toting Glocks with lasers
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| He lost his heartbeat doctors had to feed him anesthesia
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| I’m everywhere from Lakeshore to nothing major
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| He told you that he run the city yea he might have played ya
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| Don’t know nigga run the city we all from the city
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| The murder cap closing your eyes will get you gunned down quickly
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| And all my niggas gun down quickly, catch you run down empty
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| Get high off lean smoke pounds of OG before I fall in holy
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| I’m gone off Remy smoking pasto got that blammer on me
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| Bronem told me you G Herbo can’t be by your lonely
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| I know I rap a lot about being dead or dead broke
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| But, my city starving it’s the go that’s just the way it go
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| They still in robbing, living heartless, never hit they target
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| The summers long and winters hard cause we got red snow
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| Red snow, red snow
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| The summers long and winters hard cause we got red snow
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| Red snow, red snow, red snow |