| Someone just done got shot down
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| With a rifle, in his home
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| And the feds are in my town (feds are in my town)
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| New indictments going around
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| Deep as the ocean, drop of water making no difference
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| You just another nigga caught in the system
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| We fall the victim, the street pledge, death is the issue
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| Cousins, your brother, your best friend
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| Unto a pistol, Listen
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| Life’s a bitch, house to go off for the easiest chip
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| Second you slip, they taking your photos and print
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| Gun in my Tims, In the club came party and peace
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| All eyes is on me, feel your hate, more money and beef
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| Come for the take and just wanna shine jewelry and Maiden
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| Jury debating in court now, just deliberating
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| That’s life if you lose, wishing you could go back and take it
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| That plea that they offer for twenty thousand, drug life thinking
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| Beloved Penny got family fears, looking all empty
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| Hold up, now my own blood
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| Ain’t fucking with me but fuck them
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| Cold hearted, Planning my own gaudry
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| Gave them multiple chances, can’t let him hate to my farming
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| I’m climbing, to the top, but the ups never last long
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| And the downs be so low, and now your bads on
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| Oh your man’s gone, oh a sad song
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| Nigga singing on the cord, he can stand strong
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| But you trust them, after showing them this and that
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| Now he busted, and they telling him this and that
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| Now you hoping that this shit is just a dream, nigga
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| Till you realize that this it’s real and this is deep nigga
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| No one will call 911
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| Said the feds are in my town |