| Sometimes niggas be feelin like this the realest shit I ever wrote, but like,
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| that’s every fuckin rhyme
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| Rewind that shit all the way back
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| Gon ask cause these niggas move quicker man
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| I passed away, gunshots, had to pour liquor
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| Swear to god I had to cry, streamin tears like runnin rivers
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| No one understand when you’re livin just for death
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| Motherfuckers try to play ya, fuckin stab your chest
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| It’s why I had to start drinkin, always fuckin up my kidneys
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| But depression is a bitch, feel it when nobody thinkin
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| But I can’t just be the dealer, I’m realer, feel me
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| I’m proving through my actions, showing that I’m above the pillar
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| My job is to make bread, but money equals killin
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| If you think about it, everybody’s willin' to get a million
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| Motherfuckers pay the price over losing they children
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| But for positive a just be willin'
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| I can’t stand to see them dead cold stairs and feelings
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| I swear it’s cold hearted but warm blood when you stealin
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| Death is a part of life, just get money, fuck a squealer
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| Feel me? |
| And your odds is death, a ragin' bullet
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| But niggas passed away by the trigger
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| Now he’s one in a million
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| So fuck death, you feel me?
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| How I still survive in your position?
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| How you gon survive talkin decisions?
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| Cause a nigga sittin
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| Man for real man them niggas don’t even value friendship, shit
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| Ima do the business, makin money, shit
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| But when ya gettin up niggas, the people running and the streets is getting
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| snitches man, golden like honey
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| I don’t ask for help but I started askin for money
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| And the devil asked me, should I sleep with the thunder?
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| And the weather gettin gloomy man, looking like the booty
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| And the coochie started runnin, jealous of her boobies
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| Niggas, another, shot him, over some coochie
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| Fucked up, I can’t believe this man, why he shootin man
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| Started with a joke, now he took it where he took it
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| Man you play both sides, but you can’t dodge these bullets
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| Im a 10 star bitch, I’m guaranteed to fool ya
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| Ima guarantee what the fuck I do, what I say
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| And I’m cold on these streets, so Im strapped with a K
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| And I strapped with a 9, and Im strapped with the fire
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| And you know I’m comin in, cause you know I keep it real
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| Off that motherfuckin pill, bitch I show you what’s the deal
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| I show you what’s the deal, pussy |