| When all dreams seem to die
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| The summer’s gone, the breeze stops blowing
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| The sun just leaves the sky
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| Yeah
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| Uh
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| Yeah, this your life, you can play with it
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| You make your bed, you gon' lay in it
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| Do your thing, just be safe with it
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| Triple bunks in the state prison
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| Blue laces in my blue chucks
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| I ain’t never gave two fucks
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| BET I chucked the hood up
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| Asking if that nigga Nip hood, what
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| Like I wouldn’t take it to the back with you
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| Same nigga walk the track with you
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| Same nigga shot a strap with you
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| Same nigga bought a sack with you
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| Nineteen touchin' two birds
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| Alpinas off a few swerves
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| Grey leather in my white Lincoln
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| Shit smellin' like a new purse
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| Two C’s on my bitch shit
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| My money risin' like Bisquick
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| Six words help you get this
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| Rich Rapper On Some Crip Shit
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| I prayed for blessings as a young nigga
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| Not to learn the hard lessons of a drug dealer
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| Triple life with a gang enhancement
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| The judge triple white and he hate your blackness
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| Slam the gavel with a racist passion
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| Got you waitin' on appeals but your patience passin'
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| All you’ve got to offer is a fight
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| It’s too late to run to Christ once you caught up in this life
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| Look
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| So face the world now or cry
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| Look
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| Don’t cry tears, they don’t fly here
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| And if you don’t die here, you supposed to fly lears
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| 365 here is like a dog year
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| No wonder why these niggas 20 and got white hairs
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| Stressin' like they 40 and some change
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| It’s lonely in this game, all my homies is in pain
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| And brodie is the slang, but it don’t mean he your brother
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| It don’t mean you can trust him, it don’t mean that he love you
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| And we was raised wrong but we stayed strong
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| And when we kept it real, we got faked on
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| And when we showed up, we got flaked on
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| While them niggas story’s gettin' cake holmes
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| I bet my life I’m a dice shaker
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| Electric lights on a skyscraper
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| It’s up and downs for a real nigga
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| But you’ll be lame all your life, hater
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| Mac-10 in my black Benz
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| Show me signals of betrayal, can’t be back friends
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| Long flights get my mind right
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| Victory to me is when you spend your time right
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| Victory to me is when you get your grind right
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| Victory to me is when you get your moms right
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| Niggas, got this shit twisted
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| Like Jean-Michel Basquiat destroyed his pictures
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| Self-inflicted homicide, don’t pull the trigger
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| I feel like I got to tell you you got something to contribute
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| Regardless what you into, regardless what you been through
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| I feel like I got to tell you you got something to contribute
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| Something to contribute |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Face the World, artist - Nipsey Hussle. Album song Crenshaw, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп