| Gs get locked up and die, mostly over beauracray
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| And hypocrasy remains unchanged
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| Keep yo brains unchained
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| Or ain’t a thang gon change
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| If the pain don’t stain
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| Then ain’t a thang been gained
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| And that’s just plain insane
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| So I refrain from lames
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| Ain’t never played no games
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| And I ain’t gon lay no blames
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| Cuz I’m black and still trill, too
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| Take from me, I will kill you
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| By whatever means available
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| Whatever’s viable asyllable
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| It’s hellable of shit niggas
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| This ain’t no click of just niggas
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| This is an order of Dungeon Family, Renegade Crusaders
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| And we gone make you believe in this here shit like we made us
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| Just like he ain’t paid us
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| These crack ass niggas must really think though as if we made it
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| Niggas lift ya shades up
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| So I can see the soul of the fakers that I’m terriifying
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| Out here thundering, still clapping
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| And the lightening still blinding
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| The truth still hurts
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| Comin' real still works
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| Kilts and steel skirts
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| Though they still twerk
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| Emotions still leave niggas to idiotic actions
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| And lots of people still caught up in just physical
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| Attractions
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| The fans, the business, the life so demanding
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| But they still ain’t did shit cuz out here we still standing… |