| Yeah… Ghetto
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| After a long think about life
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| I can see that
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| The only thing promised… is death… it’s fucked up
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| I can see from a distance
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| I don’t wanna predict death
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| But how long have I got left?
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| Life’s short it’s a hot sec
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| And time flies so how long is a lifetime?
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| That’s why I think most of us live for today
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| Life’s a bitch in a way
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| So what’s death? |
| My nigga is what’s next
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| You live, you die it’s not complex
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| But I believe in judgement day
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| Even if i ain’t seen god come yet
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| I believe I’ll be judged on day
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| Even if i ain’t clean thank god I’m blessed
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| G’s still living, even though some wanna still kill him
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| G’s still winning, summertime roll up two wheels spinning
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| Deep down I’m just another yout still sinning
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| I’ve had beef lost friends in war but when will I die?
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| (I just don’t know)
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| I’ve had P’s to spend and more but when will I die?
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| (I just don’t know)
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| I’ve been around crack fiends, skeng and more
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| But when will i die?
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| (I just don’t know)
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| I think about death like every 8 sec’s
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| Read the bible, bet it makes sense
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| Some say the world’s gonna end soon
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| I’m just tryna get a girl to my bedroom
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| Voice in my head saying «hell's gonna end you»
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| Change, you will need help if you intend to
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| My hearts honest but that I can’t promise
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| I live for today I’m up for the fast dollars
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| I never meant to become like this
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| Am i too far gone? |
| Did my youth start wrong?
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| I never meant to become a high risk
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| I got a record that’s two arms long
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| New garms on
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| Don’t matter when it’s death
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| You’ll be too far from
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| Life comes at a price
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| Can you last long?
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| I’ve had beef lost friends in war but when will I die?
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| (I just don’t know)
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| I’ve had P’s to spend and more but when will I die?
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| (I just don’t know)
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| I’ve been around crack fiends, skeng and more
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| But when will i die?
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| (I just don’t know)
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| This ain’t an option everyone dies
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| Road rage, sickness or old age
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| I don’t wanna be a victim of no grave
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| Don’t front like life ain’t a problem, everyone cries
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| I seen this shit with my own two eyes
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| A young life lost to a gun fight
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| More than one time I seen this shit
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| Open caskets, closed ones too
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| But I’ve seen what the closed ones do
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| To one’s that ain’t got the closest view
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| To those he or she was closest to
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| That’s why I wrote this tune
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| Don’t get it, I ain’t scared of death
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| I’m from the hood where niggas be scared to death
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| I’ve had beef lost friends in war but when will I die?
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| (I just don’t know)
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| I’ve had P’s to spend and more but when will I die?
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| (I just don’t know)
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| I’ve been around crack fiends, skeng and more
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| But when will i die?
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| (I just don’t know) |