| Keep trying for you
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| Keep crying for you
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| Keep flying for you
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| Keep flying
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| And I’m falling
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| Twist me up a blunt
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| I’m smokin' on a ghetty green
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| The grey gorilla comin' out the amazon
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| I cause a murder scene
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| Psycho, skitso
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| Boy I’m just a maniac
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| Poppin' pills to calm me down, but I just don’t know how to act
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| Floatin' down the bayou
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| With two corpse' sleepin' with the fishes
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| Dishin' out the game that I was taught, that shit is cold pimpin'
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| Never lackin', always packin, shit is gettin' hectic mane
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| Niggas tryna take my life cause jealously is in they vein
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| Call my momma let her know her son is doin' little better
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| Still depressed
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| But I been doin' alright since I got some cheddar
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| Didn’t have no pot to piss in but I kept on with my mission
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| Tryna get my Franks up, and live my life with disposition
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| Glock cock, Glock pop
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| Now a nigga dead and gone
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| Deep inside of hell is where I lay my head and call my home
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| Make sure you call your reverend when I pull up to your fuckin' place
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| Grab the gauge and shoot that motherfucker straight up in his face
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| Killin' a busta
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| Strike the name up out my fuckin' black list
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| Redrum carved up in my mind a new blade just to slit my wrist
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| Lay beneath the dirt, I reappear up in the dark at night
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| Stand inside the pentagram, I read the scriptures then recite
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| God can’t save me, I came to fuckin' die
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| Sacrifice an unknown body
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| Then become immortalized
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| Burn a church, quench my thirst
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| In the burning flames is where I lurk
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| When you look inside my fuckin' eyes
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| You see the hate and hurt
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| Comin' out the crazy house
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| I creep up, better lock yo door
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| Suck the barrel like a dick up on this magnum .44
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| You talkin' to the devil’s son
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| With three six on the stereo
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| Lookin' down straight at the floor
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| With blood up on the fuckin' snow |