| Yah
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| Life is crazy, yeah
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| Granny say a hard head make a soft ass (Soft ass)
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| 'Cause I was down to do whatever if it’s 'bout cash ('Bout money)
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| Hopped in some beef and now we screaming, «Fuck the other side"(Yeah)
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| Could’ve died from a homicide but I’m still alive (I'm still alive)
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| I’m still the golden child in God’s eyes (In God’s eyes)
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| Even if I grab that cutter, and go spend 'bout my brothers (Spend 'bout my
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| brothers)
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| But that come with cases, and that come with retaliation (Don't want that bitch)
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| Patiently waiting to leave a nigga on the pavement
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| My pocket’s heavy, so we can do it bruh, I’m ready (Bruh, I’m ready)
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| Realized I could be touched when a nigga fucked with Desi
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| Now it’s game time, Prosper and Tay died at the same time (Same time)
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| I’m insane now, what you niggas know 'bout pain now? |
| (What you know 'bout pain
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| now?)
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| I been running through these streets (These streets)
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| All alone, I’m on my own (My own)
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| Everybody call on me, but I have no one to call on (Call on)
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| When everybody doubted me, no I ain’t say nothin', I just proved them wrong
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| (Them wrong)
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| Had to leave my bitch. |
| she was doing me wrong
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| Had to cut my nigga off, 'cause I don’t know what he on
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| Oh, you bucked up and fucked up and you ain’t got no mind (Ain't got no mind)
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| I’m still holding it down for all my niggas' doing time (For my niggas doin'
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| time)
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| I fuck with the murderers who be out committing crimes
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| Got love for the hustlers who gone serve every dime
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| Got some niggas. |
| bust that.9 eight times, hit seven (Six down)
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| Six niggas, five pistols, four shooters, three felons
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| I know two niggas telling, only one kept it solid (Kept it solid)
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| And the crazy thing is he ain’t the one that caught the body (Caught the body)
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| I guess that’s why I don’t trust nobody (I don’t trust)
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| I don’t wanna get high, don’t wanna roll with nobody (Nobody)
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| Would yo' nigga fold shit? |
| I don’t know, prolly (Know prolly)
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| I ain’t go to college, made it out the projects
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| I been running through these streets
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| All alone, I’m on my own
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| Everybody call on me, but I have no one to call on
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| When everybody doubted me, no I ain’t say nothin', I just proved them wrong
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| Had to leave my bitch. |
| she was doing me wrong
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| Had to cut my nigga off, 'cause I don’t know what he on |