| Standing on a brick road
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| Beneath the arch eyes red
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| Fiends crowd around the zip code
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| The script shows
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| Waiting through a thick skull
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| Patient where the piss glows
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| Surveillance with a clip no
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| How the bits sold (steady)
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| Jumped outward six heavy
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| In the whip the shift Benny
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| Big bros buried over 6 O’s
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| Mother made him sick
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| Dope scholar in the piff
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| Olive painted thick whores
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| Sucked him when they did snort
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| Posture out the whip door
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| Leaning to the left
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| Feds spotting for the schemes
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| By the phoenix on his flesh
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| Fiend proceed to the steps
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| And embraced him Red constellations
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| In the sky from a crane stem
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| Above where kids blaze skengs
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| It’s the last days friend
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| Broke youts with the scabs above the veins blend
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| Kicking off some doors tripped off acid in their brain stems
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| Depictions of the moors by the masses we became them
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| With tatts where his frames bent
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| Feds came with starps from the back of the basement
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| Flippedhim form my dash as they bashed him of the grey Benz
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| Chapter that we facing
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| Do you see lots of kids your age with guns
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| Yes Maggie there is a lot of kids in the neighbourhood with guns
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| And are they shooting them? |
| Or what are they, what are the-
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| No, they just do it to scare people. |
| One day I was sleeping at my cousin Ra
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| Ra’s house and put the gun in my mouth while I was sleeping
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| Why you ain’t tell me?
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| Cos I ain’t want you to say nothing to him
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| You sure it was a real gun? |
| How you know?
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| Cos I saw it when I woke up
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| You sure it wasn’t a water gun, or, or (laughs)?
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| It was real it had bullets in it, he showed me
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| Were you scared?
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| What I got to be scared for? |