| Part 1
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| I used to sell weed n shit
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| I used to sell colored beans n shit
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| It’s gettin' deep n shit ya
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| Gasoline is what I need n shit
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| We used to drink and smoke in the crib n shit
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| Homies gone crazy like paranoia
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| I used to do tranks n shit
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| I want more money in my hands n shit
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| I shouldn’t be broke for every time for everyday
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| For every hour every minute
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| It’s dark in my little town
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| I love my little town
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| Hook x2
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| Believe me you’ll be scared if I want
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| Little town doesn’t care about y’all
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| The higher you get the deeper you fall
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| So we keep on fallin' fallin'
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| Part 2
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| My homie told me that his homie had a gun in his face
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| Twenty years old this is a young age
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| Don’t put your money in your pocket put it right in a safe
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| A safe a safe
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| Paranoia in my mind homie I’m feelin' chased
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| The biggest plug of this area is sittin' in jail
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| Crazy times in my little town
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| I love my little town
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| Hook x3
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| Believe me you’ll be scared if I want
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| Little town doesn’t care about y’all
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| The higher you get the deeper you fall
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| So we keep on fallin' fallin' |
| Bridge x4
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| I can feel it everywhere
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| Little town which is unfair
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| I could swear nobody knows what we’ve been through |