| Feels like the world can’t hear me, Lord please hear me
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| I looked at the future of my life, it scares me
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| Keep gats near me, sell crack dearly
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| Cooked that, flipped that, stacked that really
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| Bring more Hennessy, got more enemies
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| Wake up screaming, niggas they killing me
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| Wake up screaming, nigga is you hearing me
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| Hope that the bread that I’m getting (??)
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| Going all out, 'till I fall out
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| 'Till my niggas come home and they all out
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| Rats keep snitching, baby momma bitching
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| She don’t understand all the Hell that I’ve been in
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| Jails that I’ve been in, mad different women
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| But I’m just a man that’s sinning
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| I’m high, I’m drunk, I’m riding dirty
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| I don’t give a fuck let them try to murder me
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| Look deep you can touch my soul and understand why I gots' to roll
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| Till I die, I’mma go hard for real, hit the block 'till I reach a mill
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| Till that day, I’mma give 'em hella pain, but the hood gon' remember me
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| Till I die I’mma go hard for real, hit the block 'till I reach a mill
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| Till that day, I’mma give 'em hella pain, but the hood gon' remember me
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| (remember me)
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| I’m a g for life, I’m a g for life
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| Come on it ain’t fun for me, niggas come for me
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| I can see his eyes through the the mask with his gun to me
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| What he want from me I don’t run homie
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| Wanna take the air I breathe and the lungs from me
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| Its all wrong to me, but whats wrong with me
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| Look deep look what the streets done to me
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| I ain’t been the same since 8th grade nigga
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| I ain’t been to school since 8th grade nigga
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| I can see the sun when it touch the sky
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| Feels like only clouds have touched my life
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| Maybe I can get a mill if I get up and try
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| I cross my heart I hope to die
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| Feel what it feels like, to live a real life
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| Mad police, nigga better deal right
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| Gave my nigga 20 years, that’s real life
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| Pay the block when its cold and it feels nice
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| Caught up in this drug shit, still on on my thug shit
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| After my son feels like I don’t love shit
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| I don’t trust shit, far as I can tell
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| That nigga dead, far as I can smell
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| Still feel the pain of the bars of my cell
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| Everybody want Heaven but we all go to Hell |