| Fight fire with fire the chosen Messiah
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| Don’t call me a liar, don’t call me a friend
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| I extend my arm you aim for my head
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| Had it up to here let’s put this to bed
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| Family struggle
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| We deep under pressure build up, momma feeling troubled
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| Food bank line ups keep me humble
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| Always remember
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| She understand my pain like no other
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| Promised fame to my Momma I won’t settle
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| (Put that on my Momma)
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| Pour me a cup, a couple, know I’m bout my hustle
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| Know I treat my friends, my 1z like they my blood, my cousins
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| Know the weekends spent with real homies, link up Duffins
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| Know I treat the fakes like fuck 'em, I don’t owe u nothing
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| Pour one for all my OGs
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| Forever love 'em
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| Certified my diamonds, put insurance on my muthafuckin' sleeves now
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| Felt the pain I’ve felt the grief uh
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| Had me face to face with the reaper
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| Oh dark winds
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| Wash away my sins
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| Been lost ever since
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| In the Benzo rollin' down the tints
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| With my dogs, do anything to feel the
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| Dark winds
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| Wash away my sins
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| Been lost ever since
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| In the Benzo rollin' down the tints
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| With my dogs back then all we felt were
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| Dark, dark, dark winds
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| Chain smoke, spend more til' the end
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| Chose the life I’m in, shows never end
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| Hoes always bend
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| 'Again', she said 'again'
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| Still lost still in a bliss
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| Give Ma back home a kiss
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| For me
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| Still on a jet, for you I’m stackin' chips
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| My pops, he taught my bros
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| Step up, fill in my role
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| Much love my baby sis
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| Go and live, I’ll be back for those dark winds
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| Just to feel it, it’s the feeling
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| Need to feel, I need to feel it
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| Oh dark winds
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| Wash away my sins
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| Been lost ever since
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| In the Benzo rollin' down the tints
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| With my dogs, do anything to feel the
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| Dark winds
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| Wash away my sins
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| Been lost ever since
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| In the Benzo rollin' down the tints
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| With my dogs back then all we felt were |