| My city terrible, uncomparable, couldn’t be explained through poetry or a
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| parable
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| Babies getting shot and the fathers they retaliate
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| The verdict of that, both of them end behind gates
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| One being the pearly, the other being stainless steel
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| Love hurts, enough pain to kill
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| Drugs work, especially if the pain is killed
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| But that’s a gateway, graduate to smoking Jane and pills
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| Then after pills they’d go from pills to inhaling bills
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| To smoking powerful shit that kill you brain at will
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| They say you voulez on the day that you made a mil
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| So stay focused don’t be worrying about them haters, Phil
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| Cuz I could give a fuck on how a hater feel
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| I’m out here getting money stacking on my paper still
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| Wish I could ask Mill bout how that cater feel
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| But he ain’t survived so I’m a see you later, ill
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| I’m just worried about my daughter and if she ate a meal
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| Hook (Kobe):
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| Walking that line I got that heat on my mind
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| Welcome to the side where you might not survive
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| Where you might not survive, take that in mind
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| Hustle on your grind and you might just survive
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| Verse 2 (Nacho Picasso):
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| What’s up with the world, shit I don’t know
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| I just napped a girl from Idaho
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| Eyes lit up like pearls but she kinda slow
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| All she need is vision, kaleidoscope
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| Base wide, bass rock, yet another case copped
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| Swear that nigga chase talk how the fuck his case drop
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| Case drop, case drop, man that make my face drop
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| Real nigga still lock, I be wishin'
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| Asian girl like K-pop fuck her in the day spa
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| She going renegade I shoulda never laced huh?
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| We getting really paid, ain’t worried bout no check stub
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| I run a milli phase and look at you like next up
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| Hook (Kobe):
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| Walking that line I got that heat on my mind
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| Welcome to the side where you might not survive
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| Where you might not survive, take that in mind
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| Hustle on your grind and you might just survive |