| Look, I grew up poor but didn’t dream poor
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| I always seen more while peekin' through bullet holes in my screen door
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| Always haunted me when they scream more
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| I’ve seen extreme gore, been in more wars than most of marine corps
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| Yeah, fuck you postin' a meme for?
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| Shit, we win and check out my team score
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| Who ever thought I’d make the age of forty?
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| After Pain & Glory, I was still hidin' work and guns in a jean drawer (Woo!)
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| Ironically, I was cookin', was servin' fiends raw
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| Done seen chalk, talkin' too dirty’ll get you cleaned off
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| Serene thoughts, mind over matter although I seem lost
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| Supreme boss, invested in tech and makin' machines talk (Bla-ouw!)
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| This how the game’s played, rewind and analyze throughout my brainwaves
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| I used to fantasize about cocaine raids
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| In the booth you can hear my chain wave
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| Whippin' a foreign how we remain slaves
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| Play it back and I scream more (Yeah)
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| It’s feelin' like we at a crossroads (Crossroads)
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| I hope we all grow (All grow), pour out some liquor for these lost souls (Yeah)
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| I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw!)
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| And I’m on tour so (Tour so), don’t run up on me like you lost bro (Nah)
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| It’s feelin' like we at a crossroads (Crossroads)
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| I hope we all grow (All grow), pour out some Louie for these lost souls (Yeah)
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| I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw!)
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| And I’m on tour so (Tour so), I pray that 12 don’t get us all bro (Nah)
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| Look, I had a dream to see loot
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| Frustrated teens just turn to casualties on the news
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| From where if you ain’t eat at home, you had to eat it at school
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| Back when mama filled my face with vaseline before school
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| It was hard, we used to struggle with no heat, we were stressed
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| The couch or floor was your bed, gotta sleep fully dressed
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| Just a minor by the time you took ya feet off the steps
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| Now a gat you gotta keep by ya bed, nigga
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| Pistol like (?), trigger finger, aim, spray ya head
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| Concrete where he laid and bled
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| Shooters ask again in case he playin' dead
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| All my shooters got Jamaican dreads
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| On your head I place a bet
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| If you ain’t got my money, bitch, I’m takin' heads
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| Most of these niggas panic in war
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| I got a plan from the Lord to help me handle a storm
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| I watched niggas take a seat and wave they hand to report
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| Pointin' fingers like a poster of Uncle Sam in the port, damn
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| It’s feelin' like we at a crossroads (Crossroads)
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| I hope we all grow (All grow), pour out some liquor for these lost souls (Yeah)
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| I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw!)
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| And I’m on tour so (Tour so), don’t run up on me like you lost bro (Nah)
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| It’s feelin' like we at a crossroads (Crossroads)
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| I hope we all grow (All grow), pour out some Louie for these lost souls (Yeah)
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| I keep that burner by my torso (Bla-ouw!)
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| And I’m on tour so (Tour so), I pray that 12 don’t get us all bro (Nah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song There Will Be Blood , by - Ransom. Song from the album Directors Cut (Scene Two), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп