| I don’t want no open caskets
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| Don’t be crying to me
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| I don’t want nobody standing there lying to me
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| Talking about if you was there you would’ve died for me
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| Took 5 for me
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| Shoot blind for me
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| Save the pipe dreams dog
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| I’m gonna be aiight
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| And even if I die tomorrow
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| I’m gonna be aiight
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| The only time I see my family
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| When a relative die
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| When you gone
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| No pain
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| Is it better to die
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| Baby girl think I’m shy
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| But I’m crying inside
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| No tears in the jungle
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| I’m a lion inside
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| Nigga don’t cry
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| Like I said on the song
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| God forbid I die early
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| Please accept that I’m gone
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| I lived mine
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| Accomplished a lot in my time
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| Soldier
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| I sold mils for Pac
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| Still I Rise
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| You sympathize
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| But I don’t need it all
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| But while we hearing breathing
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| With the love that y’all
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| We Outlawz
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| Chorus 2x: Edi
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| Some day
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| One day we gotta go
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| When and where
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| Whom and why
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| Nobody knows
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| But when that day comes
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| I’m ready to roll
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| 'Cause they won’t roll when I go
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| Verse 2: Edi
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| Man
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| Shit ain’t right
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| Yo it just ain’t adding up
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| My closest is gone
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| I’m mad as fuck
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| I’m more hurt than anything
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| Not knowing what to do
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| Completely wrapped up in confusion
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| No clues
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| Trusting other niggas thinkin shit is all gravy
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| Mind unfocused
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| 'Cause I’m smoking daily
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| Rolling with big ass body guards
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| Niggas
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| No guns
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| Supposed to be protecting your ass
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| He having fun
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| Man fuck a vest
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| My nigga did with one on
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| Too much of a shock to my brain
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| I could not mourn
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| Do not shed a tear
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| Close my eyes
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| Said a prayer
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| Hoping the lord let him in when he got there
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| Still ride for Pac and Yak
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| Seike too
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| Still fucking the world
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| You know how Edi do
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| But I’m still crippled by the pain
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| Still feel like I’m to blame
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| Still wanna go insane everytime I here your name man
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| Verse 3: Kastro
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| They say blood’s thicker than water
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| And I say love is thicker than blood
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| Who’s wrong
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| And what’s love
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| With no honor and trust
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| So I’d rather not bother
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| Nothing much to discus
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| These cards
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| Dealt by God
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| To my table
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| Ain’t the best
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| And pretty much unstable
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| And I don’t know
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| My friend from my foe
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| So I move fast
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| Think about shit slow
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| Rightfully so
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| I got my gun
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| And walk through the slums
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| Bubbling like gum
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| Wide open
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| I think I need more Motrin
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| These streets is hot
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| Man these bitches is smoking
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| And everybody for out for self out here
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| Man ain’t no love left out here
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| Just blood in my eye
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| I can’t even cry
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| I wonder why
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| So I don’t even try |