| KimJ with the heat
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| J West Beats
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| I ain’t the bad guy
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| Everybody just tellin' me you gotta blame them people
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| You gotta be able to peep the fake smiles and handshakes
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| 'Cause that first time you show 'em you trust 'em, they take advantage
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| I got issues
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| If nobody 'round me, who I’m 'posed to vent to?
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| I’m losing all my loved ones, I miss you
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| Make it a letter for my niggas in the pen' too (Locked up)
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| And I hope you got that lil' money that I sent you
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| We had it hard, make it happen when the rent due
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| Forever scarred, these drugs fuckin' up my mental
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| Go all around the world for you, baby, if it’s meant to
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| I ain’t just rappin', rather talk about some shit that I done been through
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| Yeah, I sin, but I repent too
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| Move like the wind do
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| Send them vultures through your whole crew
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| Niggas get put in coffins when they mouthin' like them hoes do
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| And we ain’t with the talking, we tryna pull up and show you
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| And I know when the fame come, everybody gon' be actin' like they know you
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| All for some money, you ain’t keep shit a hundred like you was 'posed to
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| Thought I could trust you, that’s why I showed you half the shit I showed you
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| I’m the nigga you’re close to, too real to expose you
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| Got me feeling like what I do to myself? |
| Been actin' new with myself
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| Not staying true to myself, feel like I’m losing myself
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| I’m taking meds, whole time I’m abusing myself
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| Lil' givin' ass nigga, only using myself
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| I got issues
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| If nobody 'round me, who I’m 'posed to vent to?
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| I’m losing all my loved ones, I miss you
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| Make it a letter for my niggas in the pen' too (Locked up)
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| And I hope you got that lil' money that I sent you
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| We had it hard, make it happen when the rent due
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| Forever scarred, these drugs fuckin' up my mental
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| Go all around the world for you, baby, if it’s meant to
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| I ain’t just rappin', rather talk about some shit that I done been through
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| These days, gotta watch the ones that you callin' your family
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| It be the ones you call your dawgs don’t wanna see you win Grammys
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| I told Luwhop fuckin' with bottle, hate the wet panoramics
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| Two different cups, two different drugs, I’m on this codeine and Xanax
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| Lu’ll whip that Glock out for Lil Sosa like they don’t understand him
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| I want to sip the purple potion, I’m the grandson of granny
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| I left my feelings in the ocean on South Beach in Miami
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| Fast forward my life, but in slow motion, life been goin' how I planned it
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| But, nigga, I’ma shoot for myself
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| Won’t help me count it, but you wanna spend these blues with myself
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| Climbing the highest mountain, I ain’t have no shoes for myself
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| My youngins, they wear blue when they step
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| I got issues
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| If nobody 'round me, who I’m 'posed to vent to?
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| I’m losing all my loved ones, I miss you
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| Make it a letter for my niggas in the pen' too (Locked up)
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| And I hope you got that lil' money that I sent you
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| We had it hard, make it happen when the rent due
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| Forever scarred, these drugs fuckin' up my mental
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| Go all around the world for you, baby, if it’s meant to
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| I ain’t just rappin', rather talk about some shit that I done been through |