| Risking life and limb despite this life of sin
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| Write my on the page despite this lifeless pen
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| Got homies in the pen doing life
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| Who just wanna read the words on the page that I write
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| Every day with this device, grips the slate, master tight
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| Whips and chains might suffice, meant the pain, not the stripes
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| Yeah, 'cause stripes healing wounds, consume my wellbeing
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| Seeing life through this cube
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| Crack pipes still amusing, pack light with my view
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| Staying turnt up, I’ll get you burnt up, too
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| Identify all devices, decide who’s the nicest
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| I love every woman, I’m so indecisive
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| Think, thinking back on life it’s really not the nicest
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| Starving like it’s priceless, living life through the crisis
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| Push to stay righteous, my life with this rapping
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| Never give up, praying till something happens, man
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| You see, we struggle every day
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| That’s the reason why I wake up and hustle every way
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| Might not make it in this world
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| But I will make it off this rapping 'cause I never give up
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| I’m praying till something happens, nigga |
| You see, we struggle every day
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| That’s the reason why I wake up and hustle every way
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| Might not make it in this world
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| But I will make it off this rapping 'cause I never give up
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| I’m praying till something happens, nigga
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| I never had nothing, but I always had a dream
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| Never complained once, living life so extreme
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| Who’s to blame? |
| I never blamed God
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| Thanked God for my blessings, cursed the Devil when it’s hard
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| My homies understand, just won’t peep the knowledge
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| 'Cause money over everything seems so demonic
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| I dropped out of college, all I got was a bill
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| Just never went back after my brother got killed
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| So I’m living with this debt and dealing with his death
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| The Grim Reaper’s lurking, which one of my homies next?
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| Bills got me stressed, possessed, so upset, who’s next to flex?
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| I’m just tryna intervene, that’s a minor revolution, living life like a G
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| Redesign a resolution, living life like a king
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| And have an open ear whenever my people speak
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| Said they sick of this hell hole, it’s time for some action |
| Told 'em all push, pray until something happens
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| And I don’t care about what you say
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| You can never judge me if you never came round where I stay
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| 'Cause it’s niggas selling drugs the same place that children play
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| But hey
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| My people struggle every day
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| That’s the reason why I wake up and hustle every way
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| Might not make it in this world
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| But I will make it off this rapping 'cause I never give up
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| I’m praying till something happens, nigga |