| Y’all thought it was over nigga, nah
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| Crazy times nigga, stay up with it
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| Stay up with it, one time
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| Scarred hands, scarred hands got my eyes red
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| Black regular hands, I see the tears shed
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| I know what time do, hey this that good for the soul
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| Hey this that soulful, say
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| Hey this for you, this for you
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| This for you, this for you
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| This for all my niggas, all my niggas
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| Crazy times right now
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| Hey this for you, this for you
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| Scarred hands, eyes red, black regular hands
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| For the bag he gon' get it my mans
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| All written the plan, they don’t understand
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| My nigga spliff bust my whole damn forehead
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| You don’t understand, what more can we bare
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| See the tears shed skin through the lead
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| Convos with the dead, money come and go, remember that
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| Balance need a chair, sit your ass
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| Better peace for my skin, i’m in my bag
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| Finding light to give in, new vision still hitting my head
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| Be aware til the end, my nigga no fear grinning
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| He a demon two-stepping, he be jigging to his deathbed
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| Candle lit on this block, she manifest of the thoughts
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| She hitting licks, niggas think with they dicks
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| I’m seeing tricks, nowadays I call it how I see it
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| 'Cause I done seen it all, niggas love to be involved
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| Fuck up out of here, get a job
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| Scarred hands, for the bag regular hands
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| For the bag black hands, he on the cash
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| Black regular hands, they on the cash
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| Black hands, scarred hands, I see the tear shed |