| Yea
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| For Zane, my future
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| Hook:
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| Man I feel like a runaway slave
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| Can? |
| t calm down
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| Never gon behave
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| My back to the wind
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| My spirit in the sky
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| I? |
| m never giving in
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| Middle finger up high
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| And even when I die
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| Don? |
| t shed a tear when I? |
| m laid
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| I feel like a runaway slave
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| I said I feel like a runaway slave
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| Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave
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| Listen?
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| I could die before I get rich never touch a mill
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| Die before my album drops never sell a mill
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| Die before I get to see how success feels
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| Die before any of my dreams are fulfilled
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| Die before I really start livin out my plans
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| Die before I see my son grow into a man
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| Die before my niggas come home from they bids
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| Die before I truly learn how to really live
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| Now it feels like I know death
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| Gotta watch my own steps
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| Wonder my niggas ain’t around cuz they all left
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| Pride in the ring contemplating on my own death
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| Shots fly niggas tryin to kill my on my doorstep
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| How they gon remember me? |
| What? |
| ll be my legacy?
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| How they gon talk about me when they pour that hennessy?
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| That nigga thug, that nigga was a rider
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| That nigga was one hell of a survivor
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| Niggas in the pen with no money for bail
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| Every nigga on the run tryin to stay up outta jail
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| I could feel ya?
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| Yea I know, hold on and be strong my niggas
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| Hook:
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| Man I feel like a runaway slave
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| Can? |
| t calm down
|
| Never gon behave
|
| My back to the wind
|
| My spirit in the sky
|
| I? |
| m never giving in
|
| Middle finger up high
|
| And even when I die
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| Don? |
| t shed a tear when I? |
| m laid
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| I feel like a runaway slave
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| I said I feel like a runaway slave
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| Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave
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| I could die before I bring happiness to my momma
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| Die before I make peace with my baby momma
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| Die before I squash all my bullshit drama
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| Die but don? |
| t cry this is death before dishonor
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| This is my last will and testament
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| Listen to my testament
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| Please raise Zane to be a leader and a gentleman
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| I don? |
| t have regrets all the times that I was negligent
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| Standing in the courtroom fronting like im innocent
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| Look at how I came up
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| Duckin undercover men
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| Friends getting railroaded hung by his government
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| This is what they made me
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| Hell is what they gave me
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| Homies coming home on parole but they ain? |
| t free
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| Look at me, look at life, how im supposed to change huh?
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| Im feelin like a runaway slave ma
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| Can’t calm down I refuse to be tamed
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| Standing in these 4 walls banging on the cage
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| Niggas on the jail bus handcuffed and chained
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| When its said and done they gon remember my name
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| Now mommy in the front row, sittin at my funeral
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| Everybody cryin?, just another death as usual
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| You feel me?
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| Hook:
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| Man I feel like a runaway slave
|
| Can? |
| t calm down
|
| Never gon behave
|
| My back to the wind
|
| My spirit in the sky
|
| I? |
| m never giving in
|
| Middle finger up high
|
| And even when I die
|
| Don? |
| t shed a tear when I? |
| m laid
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| I feel like a runaway slave
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| I said I feel like a runaway slave
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| Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave |