| Ay, got a couple of bodies that I gotta get ridd of
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| I’m makin' money but the hatred inside of me gettin' deeper
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| Now I’m lookin' for a route of escape
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| Cause everytime I play this game stupid shit surrounding me, it never change
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| I been flipping for the better
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| I remember that stupid kid that was whippin' on beratta
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| Runnin' from the left to the right
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| Makin' money in the middle of the night
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| And it’s crazy, smokin' on the medical, thinkin' 'bout my life
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| I’m motherfuckin' swished up and turning trife
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| This life ain’t for me
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| I should be dead by now
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| But it’s funny how I borrow life somehow
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| Who the fuck am I? |
| Product of the streets
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| Sometime I go 2 weeks without a plate to eat or some sleep
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| That’s just me
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| Am I going crazy? |
| I don’t know
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| Walkin' in the middle of the streets with no place to go
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| Lay my head down on a pillow with misery
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| I’m lookin' in the mirror, I see nothin' but tragedy
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| This shit is crazy
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| I lose my mind sometimes
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| Now I’m lookin' at the ceiling thinkin' 'bout how
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| I could’ve done better
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| I could’ve done this and that
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| My life’s fucked up, I don’t even know if I should turn around back
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| Smokin' on this shit
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| Try’na heal all the pain
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| Moma told me if you stay in this life some things that will never fucking change
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| Oh shit. |
| that’s true
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| Now I’m stuck in a river
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| Smokin' on this shit, fuck |