| I got soaked through the rainiest days, they made me this way
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| Should have left the street but it paid me to stay
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| The path that I walked on was paving my pain
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| So I strayed and laid bricks for the opposite lanes
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| If you ain’t rich, you don’t play about that guap
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| I view the city like a section of a swamp
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| A lot of shit grows, but nothing that you want
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| A lot of shit gross, and that’s just being blunt
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| Bitches acting foul and bitches wanna stunt
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| But nothing ever change until you’re willing to confront
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| Crooked cop, crooked cop, yeah, I see him too
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| Every person has autonomy, we ain’t got a clue
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| I know it sound hazy when I twist that J
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| That Richtown way, these dummies catch a six round fade
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| And yeah, I know them hunnies got them big round things
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| But really, I don’t give a fuck about that blasé blasé
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| I play the resurrector like the Tribe cassette
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| 'Cause your third eye is just a fucking hole in your head
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| I play the resurrector like the Tribe cassette
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| 'Cause your third eye is just a fucking hole in your head
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| Gallon after gallon, brain’s wet, seeing dead shit
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| Morning never happened, I’m still somewhere in my headspace
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| Walked for blocks, never figured out my destination
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| 40 Glock pops, talk a cop into a resignation
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| I’m a mental patient, safety not a strong suit
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| Wrongdoer, safety off, one chambered, I’m dog puke
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| Tell them «shoot or just get off me», sociopathy probably
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| Shit that bothers most of y’all probably never bothers me
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| Told you not to follow me, newspaper’s a shitshow
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| «Idiot with a slit throat stuffs coke in his pisshole, kills family with
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| missiles»
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| «Politician fucks bitches with issues»
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| Everything I read is just a sick joke
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| It never really registered as funny
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| Rather figure out the time they fill the registers with money
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| It never really registered as funny
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| Rather figure out the time they fill the registers with money |