| Empty got vacant insides
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| So it’s cold on the outside
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| When it’s war, it’s more cries
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| Forever riding with my people
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| We wonder why we losing
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| Wonder why she choosing
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| I don’t gang bang, but I wish that I could see
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| So many drugs, my soul divide from me
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| All opps must die, that’s what I believe
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| Get to the green, we count Christmas tree
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| Like poodles, I been in my bag lately
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| I talk cash when I speak
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| Lean addict, I see codeine when I bleed
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| Got shooters with cannons, I give 'em the word and they weave
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| Your bitch, she a eater
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| I still brought my rocket and I fucked her with a reason
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| Too hard keeping with these Visas
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| One phone call, them bullets read like
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| A mattress without the springs
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| I’ll wash all your clothes just don’t get tired of me
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| Empty got vacant insides
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| So it’s cold on the outside
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| When it’s war, it’s more cries
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| Forever riding with my people
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| We wonder why we losing
|
| Wonder why she choosing
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| I don’t gang bang, but I wish that I could see
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| So many drugs, my soul divide from me
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| All opps must die, that’s what I believe
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| Get to the green, we count Christmas tree |