| Uh, uh, uh
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| Ayy, uh, uh, uh
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| Yo, uh, uh
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| It seem like nobody cares with the light out there
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| My hands up and they shooting 'cause this life ain’t fair
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| I’m dodging fear, blood strong when the knife not there
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| My back wounded to the bone, in the cut, lot of gold
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| And in my gut lie my soul
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| Told my partners I would get it any means, and I mean that
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| Bust my ass for this shit, but my past on my mental
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| Living life and it help me oversee that
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| Man in the mirror ain’t the strong side (Strong side)
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| But is he gon' ride to the end (Ride with me)
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| God know my skin not the toughest (God knows that)
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| I cover up my pain with a gram (Cover, cover)
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| Covers on my head, guess I’m scared of the future
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| Edge of my bed, writing 'til my pen bleeding
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| Money on my mind, need a ducket for my time out
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| Pride on the line when it’s dark outside, I’ma
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| You gotta walk the mud before the marble
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| Split the Swisher for the days that I was startled
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| But I’ma start where I was broken like an audible
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| Mad at the world, Jill on my audio
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| You lying to me, life was never golden here
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| Hard to even keep the trust in who you roll with
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| Niggas really selfish, shit, why your ribs showing?
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| And I see it, ayy
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| Half the shit I dealt with, I ain’t in your face about, just know that 'bout me
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| Cloudy-headed off the loud, it got me dreading being 'round y’all
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| I told myself that if I get it, I’ma split it with my niggas that was with me
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| Tell me why I’m riding dolo?
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| But I guess it’s never been bunks in the coffin (Coffin)
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| You looking at me like I made the rules (Rules)
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| I ain’t even that one to blame (Blame)
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| Say you did it on your own two (Own two)
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| Looking at me like I made the rules (You know I never did)
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| Looking at me like
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| Just get it on your ten toes, player
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| Uh, big man |