| Same shit, different toilet
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| Niggas hungry, believe me we ain’t nothing to toy with
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| That real shit is on my mind like embroidery
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| So what friends? |
| Ain’t nothing without the loyalty
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| Bitch and a half seeing your homey fold
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| Shit is sad but you gotta let some homies go
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| Before they drag you, middle of the ocean no life vest
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| Them niggas not on my level, that shit is life-threat
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| Talking sideways, fuck you alluding to?
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| Not looking for no conformation, give a fuck what you would do
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| Hater-proof, hate me it’ll ricochet
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| So how you wanna die, million of 'em, pick a way
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| Shit is realer more than ever, what you thought it was
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| Forcing 'em to do the dirt, you know we putting on the gloves
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| Gloves come out then the guns come out
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| Another quick jux, come on son, we out (come on)
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| Gave you niggas way too many passes
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| If I get knocked I pray to god this be my last bid
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| Niggas forced sometimes to tell me that I can’t eat
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| All good make it where these niggas can’t sleep
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| Niggas pay attention when their livelihood threatened
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| Cause niggas ain’t playing, send you back to the essence
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| Count your blessings if we ain’t run up on you yet
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| Most likely we just waiting for the right connect
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| So fuck a piece, I need the lion’s share
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| You see the roach’s circle in the air that means I was there
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| Nothing but bodies in the wake of our presence
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| Conditioned to the code in our early adolescence
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| I’m the voice of the forgotten, somebody had to rep it
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| Soldiers on deck, ya’ll niggas off message
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| Any weapon fired against me would never pop
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| In a nigga crib like the special ops
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| Your bitch out here giving up the box
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| And the keys, we ain’t even have to pick a lock
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| You dolo in the crib, got word it’s official
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| Why the fuck you think she even picked a fight with you? |