| In the fucked up situations life’s facing
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| I see ya pacing
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| Getting nervous, hard times at home a grown child
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| Getting no relief on mama’s shoulder
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| Now what I advise is only cries from everybody else
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| Except yourself, depending on your parents, where did you inherent
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| All the poison thoughts
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| All the tears through the years fucking over peers
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| To get on the next niggas dick
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| Now how you figure life’s a bitch
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| Life gave you life, quiet scared to hold your breath
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| Life gives you death, death gives you truth, truth sets you free
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| Yes indeed, watch as I proceed to puff the weed
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| And read the Vibe that’s reading me
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| I can’t trust the fake thugs, stab ya like a knife
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| Don’t need them kind of people in my life
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| On the real, I hope that y’all can feel what I’m stressing
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| Depressed people bring depression
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| [Hook}
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| It’s a thin line between the real and the fake
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| It should be a crime if motherfuckers playa hate
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| Anticipate that ho shit, with that foe shit
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| Taking em' what you making em' that’s bullshit, turn legit
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| Fo' I forget, where’s the gat, who got my back
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| The one who caught my slack before they pass my crack
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| Like Mr. Mike chats, where your love at, huh where your love at
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| Now girl get that fake grin off your chin, you ain’t my friend
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| When I was down and low, had nowhere to go you was my foe
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| Now all of a sudden everything is peaches and it’s cream
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| It isn’t what it seems, I see you still worried about who fucking me
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| I might be fucking myself, I might be fucking your daddy
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| Raping his pockets badly but who’s to say it’s your business
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| If I ain’t told ya, for those who want to kno who this is
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| We be NOLA
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| I can’t find a way out, blackout, lights out
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| Why is it so dark in this motherfucking house
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| Why is this big bald daddy we sick such a bitch
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| Like I won’t deny, standing outside letting the rain camouflage
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| The tears I cry, why does everybody wants to go to Heaven
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| But nobody wants to fucking die
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| Why they try, you didn’t beat the lies
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| Sure to hits the skies, then you realize
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| Letting this person know the longest leg between your thighs
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| Pardon my frankness, by asking what you thanking
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| If you think it’s all a game, then ask yourself if you fucked yourself
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| Or the next man, oh who this dame, I maintain
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| Ducked the smiles, false grinning
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| My conscience got me on the outside looking in
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| Like so-called friends, who pretend
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| As darling, yes y’allings, when they was calling
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| When I was balling but now I’ve falling
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| to fade |