| I slept on bags of clothes
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| Now I get bags of clothes
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| They wasn’t there at my lowest
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| I cannot stand these hoes
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| I’m tryn do right with people
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| Not tryna fight with people
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| But all you trifling people
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| Got me not likin people
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| So I Got my pipe to the peephole
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| Middle finger to the every po
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| I know they wanna see me poor
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| Key to the city in keyhole
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| Been in this game for years
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| Turned me into savage
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| Don’t take my words granted
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| Holdin my weight like my baggage
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| Boy I been tired I hidin
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| Dealin w too much anxiety
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| My bigga niga just died
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| There ain’t sun no the sun in the sky
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| There ain’t no lack when we ridin
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| Cross the police I look em in the eye
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| Can’t let them get behind me
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| If there was a nigga any crazier than I
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| He on my squad ready to die
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| I cannot not tell u no lie
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| I cross my heart, legends don’t die
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| Some body pass me The fire cause
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| I might need to get high for this
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| Goin thru all kinda sht
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| My nigga just died n sht
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| My niggas gon ride to this
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| Roll the window and ima slide to this
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| My niggas is live as sht
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| I’m might fkn die for die this
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| Pass the fkn lighter bitch
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| One to the face X15 |