| I wake up every morning hoping I can see the next
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| Knowing my honor, will and faith lies in the palms of techs
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| I ain’t know the meaning of life, but I still shove
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| Still hug the same block of these so called thugs
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| Watching my life being quoted through the mouths of cowards
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| Knowing bids blocking SIGs is the life of ours
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| Watching their faces on magazines never did squeeze
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| I never asked to be born… man he raped my moms
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| Yet the same four-four long I grip in these nervy ass palms
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| Can be the same gun I one day greatly mourn
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| Lord forgive me for my trips and falls rise through glories
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| Knowing bids blocking steel gates prevented my stories
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| I what «The Bridge» is broken pots, oils and stick
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| Got to scrape cane of the floors to hit these strips
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| My only fear is a gun in my palm back in the streets
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| Any nigga step between me and rap it’s a wrap
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| Only the strong survive
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| Sometimes the strong dies
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| DA got drugs, mark money and lies
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| Gotta stay free hustle up G’s for legal fees
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| Avoid snake cowards and these crooked ass D’s
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| Stay free it don’t stop until the casket drops
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| Let it bang, make it pop until your heart beats stops
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| That nigga throw them bows like Luda-cris
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| Shit ain’t a game when them tight cuffs bruise your wrist
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| On the go back down state actual fact
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| Bogies in the bullpen go 20 a pack
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| I’m a juggle, make all y’all feel my struggle
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| Rock cowards in the face so their scars will bubble
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| Hope you make your first ??? |
| soon as you touch town
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| I’m pulling your pants down, hand glide spray rounds
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| Try to twist your crown, y’all niggas is straight clowns
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| Don’t have me pop your head and squeeze your lemon
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| It’s a difference between MC’s and felons
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| Just a thug Cartier specs stand with truth
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| My life be the blueprint for a million youths
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| To get money, all seasons I keeps it gully
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| Out the gate young bloody what it is to be
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| My name ring in every borough recognize «The G»
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| Mahdi attribute be written in gold
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| Stuntin' like you rock platinum knowing it’s white gold
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| Ain’t built for this game I’m a swallow you whole
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| Expose your whole character, reveal your soul
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| Only the strong survive
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| Sometimes the strong die
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| DA got drugs, mark money and lies
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| Gotta stay free hustle up G’s for legal fees
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| Avoid snake cowards and these crooked ass D’s
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| Stay free it don’t stop until the casket drops
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| Let it bang, make it pop until your heart beats stops
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| Yo… Instead of loving me I watch my sleeves and throw stones
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| Y’all don’t know shots bang out of clips and heads turn
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| Keep hating 'em, and waiting
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| What you know about enies in your ass (ooh)
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| TV’s in the dash (duck)
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| 15 couped out the hill on smash
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| Where AK’s and Mack 10's bark and blast
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| Squeezing shots out of clips that will stunt your height
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| SIGs, Macks, Techs which ones you like
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| Guns explode my arms tend to dry you cold
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| Shots through your North Face fry your soul
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| Yo… I used to pull niggas coat
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| Try to wake the dead
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| The same niggas that you put on will pop your head
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| Blow a Huey Newton mack that will stop the feds
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| All these gizzard heads know that I’m nice in bed
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| Roll with gangsta divas concealing heaters
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| Give me brains off the chain, off the meters
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| Get it straight, «The Icon», (w)rap like a python
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| Libya my insignia straight Lebanon
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| Still wrap the turbans, my enemies learning
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| Slugs penatrate the flesh the bullets is burning
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| And my gangstas walking their dogs the worlds turning
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| My gangstas walk their dogs the worlds turning |