| Woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Hold on bruh, you too slime
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| Youngin' big blue, but deep inside, he like a red rose
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| on the beat
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| Bank account on overload, but I’m still broke in spirit
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| «Depression what he suffer from,"same words from Doctor Henry
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| It ain’t no love inside the slums, know if they cut, they kill me (Kill me)
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| For sixty days and sixty nights, I been goin' hard off this ecstasy
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| I pray to God that my killa don’t be a nigga sittin' next to me
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| Keep ya circle tight, this mornin' Alicia sent a text to me
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| Like they just want ya spark, reached for the stars, youngin' you blessed to see
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| Pablo callin' from the yard like «Drop that shit, it’s time to bless the
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| streets»
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| I had to make myself a boss, they want the sauce like «What's the recipe?»
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| Deep down inside I’m feelin' lost, I got a pound for the
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| I’m bonding out my nigga off for the way he look, he wanna bury me
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| I was taught that loyalty is priceless so true love shouldn’t cost a dime
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| I done been scarred by your love, so deep inside, my heart still cryin'
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| No, it don’t matter how far I look, for some reason, I can’t find
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| I keep abusin' these drugs to substitute what’s on my mind
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| I need someone to hold me down and have my back just like my spine
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| I’ma let off shots from that four pound and double back, empty the nine
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| I seen it in my grandma face, she was hurtin' from Auntie Porter
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| Feds did a sweep on 38th, we flushed the pills inside the toilet
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| Last night been tweakin' off of Percocets, I’m steady hittin' bars
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| Say I got the prints, shawty can’t even afford me
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| When I was locked in juvenile and called they phone, them folks ignored me
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| But now they all suitcase-ready every time the plane gettin' boarded
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| Who all on Instagram, flexin', can’t even sing or poppin' no money
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| It ain’t no love inside my section to the point where it ain’t funny
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| Just call from Uncle Teddy like «Nephew, just keep on goin'»
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| Guess I can’t seem to kick the drink, day and night lean, I’m steady pourin'
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| Now, I’m designer head-to-toe, she ain’t wanna fuck when I wear Jordan’s
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| Might have a baby with this Haitian bitch just so my child be foreign
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| I’m paper chasin' in 'bout sixty ways, I gotta run up more
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| They was on the basketball court when I was catchin' time in court
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| Sometimes I gotta hit my knees and pray like «Please forgive me Lord»
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| I’m steady caught up in my wicked ways, grippin' extension cords
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| Before I blew up, they ain’t root for me, I couldn’t get support
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| Now everybody wanna shoot for me just 'cause I live a-lore
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| Reppin' in this blocl city to city, day and night I keep on tourin'
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| In fact, I know that they ain’t with me, the reason my heart so torn
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| The number one reason they hate because I made it out the storm
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| Penitentiary chances I take, sometimes I wish I wasn’t born
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| No they can’t say they wasn’t warned (No they can’t say they wasn’t warned, oh,
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| ayy)
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| I was taught that loyalty is priceless so true love shouldn’t cost a dime
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| I done been scarred by your love, so deep inside, my heart still cryin'
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| No, it don’t matter how far I look, for some reason, I can’t find
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| I keep abusin' these drugs to substitute what’s on my mind
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| I need someone to hold me down and have my back just like my spine
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| I’ma let off shots from that four pound and double back, empty the nine (Deep
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| down inside, I’m steady cryin') |