| Looking at my troubled life
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| Thinking that the grass looks greener on the other side
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| And God knows that my mother tried
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| With me myself Hollowman, and my brother Grind
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| And I’m thinking 'bout the gutter times
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| Peanut butter jam, one bread, and a butter knife
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| That’s no fucking lie
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| Lost Big Lee, and I felt like my brother died
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| Some would say I’m a lucky guy
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| I’m 26 they thought I wouldn’t make it to 25
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| And I know niggas hate, I’m a heavy guy
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| But if they wanna snake me I’ll take it to any heights
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| Take me on any ride
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| Got a full clip, there’s no space in my semi nine
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| And I’m impatient and very hyped
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| Putting them to sleep, motherfuckers say your beddy byes
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| And I’m racing to better my life, fam I set a time
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| I ain’t talking 'bout the bass with the treble type
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| Fam I’m talking 'bout the base that you pebble grind
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| God, don’t forsake me for getting mine
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| 'Cause I know I’m doing great in the devil’s eyes
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| This is blatantly petty crime
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| Throw me down a contract, let me get it signed
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| I’m caught up where the fat black hammers out
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| Pecknam, black bandana town
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| Slap that banger round
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| Clap that faggot down
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| I’m caught up where the fat black hammers out
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| Pecknam, black bandana town
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| Slap that banger round
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| Clap that faggot down
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| The pain in my head says that my life’s messed
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| I ain’t far from my death bed
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| Blade says as I lay down on my bedspread
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| Pestered by my lifestyle and my friend’s deaths
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| Feds locked everyone down, got no friends left
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| Carlton I had a breakdown from your twen' stretch
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| My end said nigga slow down from my head stress
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| I said yes, never slowed now need my head checked
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| Think back to the playground, only ten then
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| Ten years later spraying rounds on your end’s set
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| I then kept hearing loose talks, couple sent threats
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| My friends crept on the said pest soon as Spend said
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| The real shit that I lay down shows my end’s rep
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| The deep shit that I write down shows my pen’s depth
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| Wanna take it to the next step
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| I’m a street sweeper, get your ends swept
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| The feds dressed in the plain clothes where my set rests
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| The next step’s to get some info, where the tek’s kept
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| My best bet is to lay low so I rested
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| My head’s wet 'cause the hydro got molested
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| Promoters on the fed’s dick
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| Went and banned me from the show, they’re against it
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| But I sensed it, fucker showed the roads where my strength is
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| Made a new flow and I went sick
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| Nigga fuck the five-oh, little bent pricks
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| Bunch of fucking homos, and your stench whiffs
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| And the haters rolling round in their rent whips
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| Rolled up on me and I sent six
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| You won’t see me on some fence shit
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| Niggas know I’m straight 'nam when my strength kicks
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| And my ends is coming out of every other end’s lips
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| I’m in every mouth like a dentist
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| I’m caught up where the fat black hammers out
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| Pecknam, black bandana town
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| Slap that banger round
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| Clap that faggot down
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| I’m caught up where the fat black hammers out
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| Pecknam, black bandana town
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| Slap that banger round
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| Clap that faggot down |