| Yeah
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| Who’s that on the other end of the phone?
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| Didn’t hear nothin' when I said my hello
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| Oh well, to hell then we go
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| So high, lookin' at heaven below
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| You know me though from coast to coast for smokin' dope
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| Overdose with the holy ghost, but hold the phones
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| I hold my own, was local grown
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| Been killin' that shit since row the boat
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| Know I’m supposed to hold the throne, be honest
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| One more drink, I’ma be an alcoholic
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| I don’t wanna think like better unconscious
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| Need fresh air, everything so toxic
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| I open coffin doors with a .38 when it’s time for war
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| Told my mama, «You ain’t need no drama
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| And you ain’t gotta cry no more now» (Now)
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| It’ll be alright
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| My mind on the run, I won’t sleep tonight, it’s like
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| When it all goes up in flames, who gon' hold me down? |
| (Down)
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| And I’m the chosen one
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| Lookin' all around, what has the world become? |
| Um
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| The only way to change it is to burn it to the ground (Ground)
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| I’ve been gettin' paid
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| About four or five bitches in the Escalade, bet it rain
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| This money feel the same, I’m afraid that I’ma drown (Drown) (Yeah) |