| Conversation with God, pray I make it out the slums
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| Granny fell apart when they gave her baby dub
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| I just fell out with my nigga, tried to play me for some crumbs
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| Death before dishonory, for real is fake as fuck
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| Half a eight in the cup, fell asleep on the gwala
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| It get murky in these waters, blood be wit piranhas
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| And we don’t do the drive by’s, we on feet wit the llama
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| Pick him off, drop the yicki off and meet at my momma’s
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| They say the vehicle description was a purple Impala
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| My lil nigga eatin, he just murder for commas
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| And Hi-Points is for dorks you couldn’t learn it in college
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| Understand how I live when niggas squirt up ya cottage
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| We servin' the 'cotics, it killed me when they murdered my patna
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| Dirt on the yoppa, you know we put in work wit the yoppa
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| I’m nervous around you, they say you on that work lil patna
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| I ain’t seen it, but I heard somethin bout it, stay over there lil patna
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| And we was only tryna make a way
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| They say the good die young, the good die young
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| I’m tryna go another way
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| They told us spread love like the Brooklyn way
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| But where I come from all we do it take
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| And we was only tryna make a way
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| Conversation with the Devil, told the boy 'I'm a rebel'
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| Told the boy, 'It's whatever'
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| Made it outta that shit, hoe nigga I’m clever
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| And we gone see how quick a bitch fold, we won’t let up
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| Let that bitch Nina Ross gone kiss 'em
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| I only got six shots left, I won’t miss 'em
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| Give a fuck if your bitch ridin', she get popped with 'em
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| Nah, we don’t give no fucks, not even a little
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| Catch em at the light, camera face, how I did 'em
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| Plug just hit my phone, A-Boogie how I get 'em
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| You know right or wrong, lil nigga
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| I’m slidin' with 'em, lil nigga
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| The fire with 'em, lil nigga
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| We tryna end them lil niggas
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| And we was only tryna make a way
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| They say the good die young, the good die young
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| I’m tryna go another way
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| They told us spread love like the Brooklyn way
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| But where I come from all we do it take
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| And we was only tryna make a way
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| I ain’t lookin' for no nigga, 'cause I’m scrapin'
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| By the time they started showing love, I realized it was fake
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| Will I ever catch a break? | 
| I bet it’s never what they say
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| My block been mighty hot, I think the Devil on his way
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| Glock .40, 30 shots, I brought a shovel for a snake
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| Know nothin' 'bout no murder, don’t know shit about your case
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| It’s death before dishonor with them burners to my face
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| I’m out here slidin' with no learners, throwin' pistols in the lake
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| They told me make a way, I loaded clips and bitch I baked a cake
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| Ain’t no turtle beat no rabbit in no street race
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| See, I might leave you with your life but I’m gonna take the safe
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| And motherfuck a finish line, we ain’t got no brakes
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| And we was only tryna make a way
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| They say the good die young, the good die young
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| I’m tryna go another way
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| They told us spread love like the Brooklyn way
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| But where I come from all we do it take
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| And we was only tryna to make a way |