| We used to box in the backyard blunted
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| Bare-knuckles…
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| Stompin' niggas out
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| Blood on his air bubbles
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| Burner in his bubble
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| Pistol in his fleece
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| Hit Ike
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| The next night we was whippin' the caprice
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| Dippin thru the streets, blue two-tone, new chrome
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| Listen to the beats slap, heat strapped, few phones…
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| New crops, new clones…
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| Aaron John, had to put your name in my new song
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| Born 4/11, 9/91. |
| Murdered on July 22nd
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| Let me light my blunt
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| I can’t front, shit fucked me up mentally
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| Sometimes I wish that your bullet had been meant for me…
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| I hit my tree and pretend that you’re still here…
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| I realize that you’re not, then I spill beer
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| Been like 5 years but its still weird…
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| How many of your homeboys cried real tears?
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| Fucked me up, 'cause you act just like me
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| Look just like me, wear your hat just like me
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| Talk just like me, hit the blunt, light tree
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| Now my nigga’s gone, what the fuck?
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| Life’s deep…
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| It fucked me up, 'cause you act just like me
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| Look just like me, wear your gat, white tee
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| Talk just like me, hit the blunt, light tree |
| Now my nigga’s gone, what the fuck?
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| Life’s deep…
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| We used to hustle in the hood
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| Hand to hand, hard white
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| Holdin' with my aces
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| Tryna' get our cards right
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| Credit card stars
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| Counterfeits around the clique
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| Puget sound pounds
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| Outta town breakin' down a brick
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| Paper in his palm
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| Stay calm hit the pot smoke
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| Joog’s goin' wrong
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| On my mom someone got smoked
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| Lost hope, cop coke cause my pops ghost
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| Hidin' dope
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| See the world thru my kaleidoscope
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| Yo, nobody really know if it was bro dumpin'
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| Shit broke my heart
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| Heard the snitch was…
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| Back then brody used to let me hold me somethin'
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| We was both pumpin'
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| Hope he know that we all love him
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| Feels like I was jus wit him yesterday
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| Red rosé, beelah took my breath away
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| Tomorrow bring us closer by another day
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| Hold your head and hear the prayers that your mother say
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| Fucked me up, 'cause you act just like me
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| Look just like me, wear your hat just like me
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| Talk just like me, hit the blunt, light tree
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| Now my nigga’s gone, what the fuck?
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| Life’s deep…
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| It fucked me up, 'cause you act just like me |
| Look just like me, wear your gat, white tee
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| Talk just like me, hit the blunt, light tree
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| Now my nigga’s gone, what the fuck?
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| Life’s deep… |