| Rich after taxes you feel me?
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| This shit crazy man a nigga perceived it all the way
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| My soul bleed on the streets
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| My soul bleed on the streets
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| My soul bleed on the streets
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| Yes
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| Basedworld gon' gas you
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| Got the dope in the attic, cut it then bag it
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| Like my little bruh said you gotta focus with passing
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| I got a whole lot of passion eating the fruits of Christ
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| Niggas done ran in my spot again, they leaving
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| I’m in East Oakland with my girl riding around and tweaking
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| Posted in apartments her and two brothers
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| Got the chopper nigga to hit the dice game just to watch him drop it
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| Her dad drinking all the beer, he talking bout his own year
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| Nobody knowing that I’m finna make my home there
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| Setting up shop on the block its my throne there
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| Lil Bars
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| Yeah, rich after taxes
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| My soul bleed on the streets
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| Yeah
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| Rich after taxes
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| Uh, its Lil Bars
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| Its the return
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| Uh, I’ll holla at you
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| I’m still duckin cause you know where them stakes staying at you
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| I pop back with the gat that’s not safe to handle
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| I grip the handle same way that you hold the candle
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| I think I’m bam-pshh closed, I steal the ammo
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| I hold the ammo battlefield, can I handle?
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| Shouts out to the soldiers, marines and the navy
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| Come save me, I’m at war and going crazy
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| Inner cities remind of me of
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| Remote locations, shady places I’m thinking about losing situations
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| But I’m- fuck it I’m steady through it, fuck em hating
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| Its Lil Bars yeah
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| Rich after taxes
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| My soul bleed on the streets
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| Uh, my soul… bleed on the…
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| Its Lil- my soul bleed on the streets
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| Rich after taxes its Lil Bars
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| Its Lil, yeah, uh, my soul, on the streets
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| Yes
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| Basedworld uh
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| Yes |