| Never trust
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| A soul
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| Trust no one
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| Well as I sit I make a fist
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| I’m commin the grips up with the wheel
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| I strugle as I wonder knowin that my days
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| Are numbered. |
| take a breath but do I care
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| Knowin death is in the air? |
| these bullets
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| Lookin for me like the homie right before me
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| The caps from the bible territory be a saw me
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| These fools are pourin beers
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| While the mothers pourin tears
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| While the beers are for the name
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| While the tears are from the pain
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| That she feels never will she heal
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| Cuz she’s the one that’s real
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| To the cause of your loss I can hear
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| It in the screams so depressin reminiscin
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| How she’s feeling I’m only guessin
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| But the question now we’re stressin
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| Now begin to comprehend
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| As I’m lookin around ain’t noone around
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| I’m all alone
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| And listen on how I be trippin on how these mutha fuckas
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| Commin around and a bunch of them claimin to be your
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| Boys your dogs breakin the laws
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| Those are the ones I call pretenders fakers
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| Shakin the hand of a man that is ready to take ya break ya
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| Only pretendin to be tha g but see I be the one that be
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| Knowin that’s why I be showin no props and no one to trust
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| So hangin alone is a must. |
| but better belive that’ll i’ll get em'
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| And wet em' forget em' and rather than let em' affetct me
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| Makin em' all respect me |