| Just got word from my mans on the island
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| He said he needed guidance
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| Niggas on the streets is wildin'
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| He look to God but can’t find him
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| So he demand silence from the glarin' signs
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| The sympathy zippity
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| Only thing plain is the mad violence
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| No lyin' niggas just won’t let go the iron
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| They wanna burn ya molecules until you let go ions
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| Sleep beef like they let go lions
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| So don’t eye em' they get the wrong message
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| Wrong message put you on that long stretcher
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| Too much pressure God bless ya when the semi wet’cha
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| They told me boy dress up I’m givin' too many lectures
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| And I’m puttin' in too many effort in my nouns and verbs
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| Like they gon' catch up fuck what you must heard
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| But I done puffed enough herb
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| To be listenin' to young birds and dumb nerds
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| I got enough shit on my mind
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| So I don’t need to be stressin' and shine, define
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| One day I’m tryna have a wife and kids
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| So I just can’t live my life like this
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| And I ain’t tryna learn what lifeless is
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| So I just can’t live my life like this
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| I want the golden chains and diamond rings
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| But I just can’t live my life like this
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| And sometimes I just wanna light this spliff
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| But I just can’t live my life like this
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| Just got a collect call from up top
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| My cousin called me and what not
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| The motto never changed it’s still fuck cops
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| We went from havin' lunch in our lunchbox
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| Our lungs is hot whenever we puff pot
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| We touch blocks and end up havin a gut shot
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| But fuck that, ain’t tryna live that life no more
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| My mind corrupted but my heart is still pure
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| Gotta be brave can’t be afraid
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| Braids and waves never matter when you catch the fade
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| Trapped in a maze and your fade is your only escape
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| Fuck a priest’s opinion
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| Knock the hinges off of Heaven’s gates
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| Tryna share my cells with' my mate
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| Not share a cell with' mates
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| Wreckin' shit with' my wrecklessness
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| The L get lit that’s when I start second guessin' shit
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| Thinkin' 'bout Tot and then I reminisce
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| What you thought you niggas could’ve fuck me over
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| Never nigga guess again
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| I’m street so cross me like pedestrians
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| And that’s gon be your end of it
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| Straight revokin' your membership
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| One day I’m tryna have a wife and kid
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| So I just can’t live my life like this
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| And I ain’t tryna know what lifeless is
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| So I just can’t live my life like this
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| I want the golden chains and diamond rings
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| But I just can’t live my life like this
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| And sometimes I just wanna light this spliff
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| But I just can’t live my life like this
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| Niggas wanna know what I’m about
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| I’m bout blowin' loud on the block sporty
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| GLOCK 40 in a politician mouth
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| I take the competition out
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| Commission with' my composition
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| Who the kid spittin' behind the bars
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| Like a con position
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| Gotta give 'em time to listen
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| They’ll soon bump to it they’ll like me
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| I kick it like Nike they’ll adjust to it
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| But if you hate I know you must do it
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| I ain’t mad at you I keep my attitude on school
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| Learn ya bucks to do it
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| I’m out for presidents to represent me
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| Yo chick keep messaging me
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| Who the bestest MC?
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| They be mentioning me
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| Too hot, I be molestin' the beat
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| Fuck math, teachers shoul teach
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| If it keep Smith &Wesson's off the street
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| So first class be a lesson from me
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| Fuck what you teach if it’s a riggies
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| I fly it over liggies
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| All time highs where Jesus can’t reach us
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| Step to me and get the recipe to make you rest in peace
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| This is for my niggas, killers
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| Hundred dollar billers
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| On the block in the rock spot
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| GLOCK cocked watchin' out for cops
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| All about they cheddar
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| Youngins know nothin' that’s better
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| Like fuck a prison letter
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| Those Beretta’s led us to the lettuce
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| Real as fetishes menaces
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| Want the senator’s percentages
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| If you ain’t prejudice you still a nemisis
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| Smokin' on the Clematis
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| Get open like a present is
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| Now yo presence is on the premisces for them presidents
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| My city be the genesis for where they think the terror is
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| They linkin terrorists from the Stuy
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| Then linkin terraces
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| They on that wrecker shit
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| They leave you left for the dead
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| Kids don’t play they’ll erase your head in a race for the bread
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| Children on the corners slingin' some reds
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| Poppin' some meds
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| Shits be so deep in cover they be chasin' the feds
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| I be back stage grippin' haze breakin' my leg
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| My folks was makin' the best
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| When they was naked in bed, muthafucka
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| One day I’m tryna have a wife and kids
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| So I just can’t live my life like this
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| And I ain’t tryna learn what lifeless is
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| So I just can’t live my life like this
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| I want the golden chains and diamond rings
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| But I just can’t live my life like this
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| And sometimes I just wanna light this spliff
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| But I just can’t live my life like this |