| Keep me in your prayers ‘cause I’ve been drinking Stolis
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| Riding in a stoley, plotting on a kony
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| Stomach rumbling, stomach touching, I need to eat
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| I mean trouble, I’m seeing double, I need to sleep
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| Living amongst wolves, I’m riding with all demons
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| I’m just trying to find the way in, no Keenan
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| If I’m getting armed up, you’re catching it palms up
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| Chrome squeezing’s an orgy, niggas is all fucked
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| I’m from the gutter, I’m well aware of suffering
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| Two brothers, one ratchet, stuck hustling
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| No love for them, the fuzz, they want to cuff ‘em
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| Got to feed my loved ones, nigga, fuck ‘em
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| Clutching the sandwich bag, that’s where the candy at
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| Addicts rolling in wheelchairs, I serve ‘em handy cats
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| Thought that’s where my answer’s at, heartless and the
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| Chasing baller dreams ‘til my carcass in that casket *blat*
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| Die before I open my eye
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| Nigga holding the pie, holding the soldier’s pride
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| ‘Cause niggas just living ain’t being alive
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| If you ain’t feeling what I’m spitting then you’re living a lie
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| Patience, transition, it takes discipline
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| Decisions, only shit quakes nigga’s position
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| One day, you’re in the kitchen, the next, your flow’s sickening
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| I’m a eye witness, my nigga, is you listening?
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| See I was broke, no fashion, gloves on the ratchet
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| When you was saying «cheers», O, I ain’t had a glass to
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| Camera shy, the cannons we buy don’t have flashes
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| The next nigga out the hood trying to get to Mathis
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| Obie, give me that chance, I’ll kill for it
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| Feed the kids, put my face on the billboard
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| And I know you’re still trying to get a feel for it
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| But these other niggas, they ain’t got the zeal for it
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| Sometimes, you’re too real for it
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| I know your frustration, I’ve been casing that for ages
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| Seems all the fake niggas taking their vacations
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| While we’re pushing freebase, facing incarceration
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| We ain’t floss hating, let the boys get paper
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| Be patient, yours is in the making
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| Loyalty never forsaken, lay and get your cake up
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| Prior breakup never turn Trice traitor
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| I cry ‘bout what life give ya, that’s your make up
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| Maybelline cover up your nature, cup up
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| By any means seem is our equation, fuck’s up
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| Is being mean until we hit it major, nut up
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| Niggas see Pai, pay, it’s mayday, AK
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| SK, HK, put it in their face day
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| Drop ‘em in the crate day, leave ‘em by the lake day
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| Point me to your writers, I’m turning this Al-Qaeda
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| Nine stamps on the passport ‘cause I’m balling
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| Niggas calling me a bad sport
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| I got the answer for niggas who making beef
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| And I’m turning this to mad cow season
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| BME
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| Nigga P8tience
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| Obie Trice
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| The Hangover
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| Take your time with this |