| Got a warrant for my arrest
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| Fuck goin' down now
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| Talk to 'em
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| Lately I been feelin' like I’m livin' in my last days
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| Death my last challenge, ain’t no overcomin' that
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| Money over bitches, ain’t no nigga have to teach me that
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| You ain’t 'bout that murder gang, you just love to carry strap
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| Warrant for my arrest, so I had to kick my whole family out
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| Nigga got a felony, still ridin' with that thang on me
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| I don’t do the sneaky link, these freak bitches get no dick
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| Cave a nigga face in for speakin' on the murder gang
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| And when I shoot 'em, I’ma stand over 'em and shoot 'em again
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| Motherfucka think that I’m playin', what the fuck is you sayin'?
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| Heart beatin' fast, them motherfuckas runnin' from the bullets, ah
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| Never been a pussy, never been afraid to pull it (Uh huh)
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| Gimme that bullshit, you notice I’m a gangsta motherfucka
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| Think they lookin' at a stranger, look in the mirror (Talk to 'em)
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| Motherfuckas think they lookin' at a stranger, look in the mirror (What else?)
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| Bitch, you bleed like I bleed, it’s a man in the mirror
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| Lookin' back at my life, man you lookin' familiar
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| Is the devil a lie? |
| 'Cause he all in my head
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| Takin' pictures with motherfuckas, know they want me dead (Man)
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| (Takin' pictures with motherfuckas, know they want me dead) (Come on)
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| As you tell a motherfucka no, he quick to go bust on yo' ass
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| Motherfuckas get choppas and they blowin' at yo' ass
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| I’ma live by the gun, die by the gun, that’s how I’m raised (Yeah)
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| Motherfuckas ain’t never been shot, only a graze
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| I ain’t the type to wear my heart on my sleeve,
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| But I think that love is a fairytale told by the haters
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| Maybe when I die, finally find peace, ain’t no love in these streets
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| So my motto for tomorrow is «Get paid»
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| And I ain’t worried 'bout no nigga, I ain’t no ho, bitch (Ho, bitch)
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| Put down that sticky-icky and get that blicky, get to trippin' (Grrah)
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| Nigga know I’m trippin', on my mama, I been—
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| Lord, please wash away my sins
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| For all my fallen angels, we just tryna win
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| It’s only one way to make it out this hood shit
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| It’s two ways to go though
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| Death or in jail
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| God, take care of my family
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| Watch over me, give me strength, give me power
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| Shower me with love
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| (Is there heaven for a thug?)
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| I been talkin' to myself these late nights
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| Feelin' like—
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| I been learnin' who I am, learnin' myself, you know?
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| But I can’t seem to get rid of this pain in my eyes, pshh
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| Money won’t change me
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| Bitches won’t break me
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| The streets don’t make me
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| Give a fuck if they hate me |