| Woke up at 7, my day seemed more than I prayed for
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| Got dressed up to head out and ride to school on my skateboard
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| New kid in class I sat alone takin' notes while the hoodlums were makin' jokes
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| at the clothes that my momma paid for
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| Seemed like everyone was a part of some gang invasion
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| Tattoos, the initiation, parolers I’m on probation
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| Soakin' up the vibe as I study for information
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| 'Cause lately I been deprived of a normal day
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| But today, on my way to eat lunch, some kid approached me
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| He told me «we should be cool» if only he got to know me
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| 'Cause on this side of town I would need some protection
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| It’s crazy, reckless and dangerous
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| Unless I’m some sort of gangster, I’m only safe with the police
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| He said his name was
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| I dapped him up at the busses
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| I was kinda skept' about him at first cause I didn’t trust him
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| The more I got to know him, I couldn’t tell what his motives were
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| Hopin' that he was sincere, somethin' told me «let go»
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| But the only thing on my mind was patience
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| Searchin' twice for a different life, I was tired of waitin'
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| 'Cause me and had similar views and conversations infused with knowledge
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| Mainly 'bout school and college, that was my truth, but regardless
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| He was type cool when I was wit' him
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| Introduce him to my family, they were rockin' wit' him
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| My momma told him, «Make sure you look out for my son»
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| And before she could finish her sentence, he quickly just interjected and said,
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| «Don't you even stress it, I got it under control.»
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| It’s been two months since we met, it seemed like we’d gotten close
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| Some cat approached me and tried to beef wit' me, I just froze
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| Then I see pounded and stompin' homie right out his clothes
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| Called me his brother and told me he got me to the fullest
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| Even if that mean bullets, bullies, gangs, AKs and choppas ‘till they kill us
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| That’s the realest shit I ever witnessed
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| A few weeks later, my uncle sold me a Honda Civic
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| A '93 with no license plates and no registration
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| Just thinkin' about every place that I’ma go when I finally get it
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| And then he asked me for a ride around the block some distance from where I was
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| parkin
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| And instantly I knew the spot was sketchy, my momma would kill me
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| My intuition told me not to, I knew it was wild
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| And plus I knew I had no business or place on that side of town
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| And I read about some chick that went lurkin' without a sound and got murked
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| Her body found in that dirt, with a thousand rounds
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| It was worse than abandoned buildins of bandits, villians, and scammers
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| Killers provokin' gangsters, but maybe I’m overthinkin'
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| Maybe I might be straight just as long as I pump the brakes
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| And try not to think about it just trust I’ll be fuckin' safe
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| And then I told him, «Let's go, hop in.»
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| He dapped me up, he started tellin' jokes the whole ride there
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| Had me crackin' up
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| As we were gettin closer, I felt funny, my stomach turned
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| Then he told me, «Go left, make another turn, go right, and drive slow»
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| As I look, it was all abandoned and quiet, not a single person in sight,
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| nobody standin
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| And right when I pulled the car to the side
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| He said, «Right here, sit still. |
| Turn the car off and chill.»
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| That’s when I start to panic he told me, «Relax.»
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| Then he pulled the keys out the ignition and hopped out and laughed
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| Then my life flashed in an instant
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| He inched to my driver door then I tried to lock it, I couldn’t
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| Ripped me right outta my seat and then grabbed the side of his jeans and then
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| Pulled out the shotty and all I heard was a screech and he shot my arm into
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| pieces
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| I’m thinkin' I must be dreamin', another shot to my chest
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| And my stomach’s squeezin', my breath or my lungs collapsin
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| I’m down on my fuckin knees askin' him, «Why?»
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| He looked at me, I looked him dead in the eyes
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| And he smashed my face with the barrel
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| And I throw my teeth to the sky and then uh
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| I heard a sound of the shotty cock back
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| He pressed it hard against my head and blew my fuckin top back
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| I’m still conscious, I’m breathin'
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| I’m still movin', no clue as to why I’m not dead
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| All this blood that I’m losin' and I heard my car drive off |
| And I looked up and saw the sun and that was all that I saw
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| Then I heard my conscience tell me, «Get up nigga get up! |
| You’re losin' blood,
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| oh my! |
| Don’t fall asleep or you’ll die! |
| Stay awake and move as much as
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| possible, there’s no time! |
| Find some help or try to yell, you ain’t too well,
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| oh God! |
| Wake up, nigga! |
| Wake up! |
| Wake up, nigga! |
| Wake up…»
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| Woke up at 7, my day was worse than I prayed for
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| Got dressed, then head out, down the stairs from the eighth floor
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| New kid in class, he sat alone, takin' notes while my niggas were makin' jokes
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| At the clothes that his mama paid for
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| Had no family, but was cool with the local gangstas
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| Tattoos, and now I’m on parole and probation for breakin' rules
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| That life was all I knew, all I wanted was to do was cruise
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| Smoke weed and say, «Fuck school»
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| Wanted guidance cause all my role models I would look up to
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| Was indicted a young dude with no logic
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| I went to church 'till the pastor said, «Fuck you.»
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| Now I’m violent and this gang that always looked out for me
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| Vouched for me and adopted me said they wanted to rock wit me
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| And I wanted to get down, guess there was somethin' missin'
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| Everything comes with a price, «There's only one condition:
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| All you gotta do for initiation is kill an innocent victim and leave em there
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| with no witnesses or no snitches
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| If you do that, you’d be down with the clique and that’s for life so don’t you
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| ever think you getting outta this shit»
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| I thought about it
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| Soakin' up the vibe as I study for information, tryna choose my victim,
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| plottin' the weakest prey
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| But today on my way to eat lunch, I approached him
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| And told him we should be cool, if only I got to know him
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| Cause on this side of town, he would need some protection
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| It’s crazy reckless or If only, unless he some sort of gangster and he only
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| safe with the police
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| He said his name was and I dapped him up at the busses
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| Was kind of skeptic about me at first cause he didn’t trust me
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| Then the more he got to know me, he couldn’t tell what my motives were
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| Hopin' that I was sincere, but little did he know I was tryna snake him and pop
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| a brick
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| Just need the perfect opportunity, I’m tired of waitin'
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| A murder runnin' through my head, I knew that death was comin'
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| He introduced me to his family, I was jealous of him
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| His momma told me «Make sure you look out for my son-»
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| And before she could finish her sentence I quickly just interjected and said
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| «Don't you even stress it. |
| I got him to the fullest, even if that means bullets,
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| bullies, gangs, AKs and choppas till they kill us.»
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| I was lyin to the fuckin' limits
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| Took advantage when he said he had that Honda Civic
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| A '93 with no license plates and no registration
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| Just thinkin' about every place I’ma go when I finally kill him
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| And then I asked him for a ride around the block, some distance from where he
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| was parked
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| And instantly I knew my chance was comin', I’m ready to drill him
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| Then he told me, «Let's go, hop in.»
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| I dapped him up and started tellin jokes the whole ride there
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| Had him crackin up
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| As we were gettin' closer, he felt funny
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| I think he knew somethin' was comin', that look he had was enough to tell me
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| But fuck it, go right and drive slow
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| As he looked, it was all abandoned and quiet
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| Not a single person in sight and nobody standin
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| And right when he pulled the car to the side
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| I said, «Right here, sit still. |
| Turn the car off and chill.»
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| Then he start to panic, I told him, «Relax.»
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| Then I pulled the keys out the ignition and hopped out, laughed
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| His life flash in an instant
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| I inched to his driver door then he tried to lock it, he couldn’t
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| And I ripped him right out his seat then I grabbed the side of my jeans and then
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| I pull out the shotty, I cocked it twice ‘till he screamed
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| And I shot his arm into pieces, I’m watchin' his blood leakin'
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| And another shot to his chest, seen his stomach squeezing
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| His breath and his lungs collapse and he down to his fuckin' knees
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| Askin' me, «Why?»
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| He looked at me, I looked him dead in the eyes
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| Then I smashed his face with the barrel, and I throw his teeth to the sky |
| And then sound of the shotty cock back
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| I pressed it hard against his head and blew his fuckin' top back |