| You’ll never pick a fucking side of the fence, ay
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| I see the fear in your eyes lil bitch, like woah
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| If they catch me they gon' tell you I resisted
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| I keep the devils stick put it on my wishlist, woah
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| My life’s a road when you can see the end, woah
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| They keep 2 hollow tips stashed in the Glock
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| I smoke off
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| I’m sick and tired of you fucking kids
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| Thinkin' about it 'cause I know somebody
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| I been puttin' in practice got the front door bustin' oh
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| Yeah, ice and the blood get smeared
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| Why would they do it if they sound sincere?
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| My hate inside still grinds my fear
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| You live a life that’s real unclear
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| I am the son of god for real
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| I took my life and reappeared, damn
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| I had to put down weed and liquor and pills, now I can feel
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| I never kneeled, and hide the body in the back of the shed like
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| Cruella de Vil, in my mind that’s sometimes killed
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| I kinda like it
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| I’m so twisted and violent
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| I hate myself and hate violence
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| Only I can cage me
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| I’m at it’s finest
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| All my bars are so crazy
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| They swing over your head like a high kick
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| If I sell it, they buy it
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| Give a fuck if I’m unrighteous
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| A take a break from my writin'
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| Now I’m awake and I’m wildin'
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| You’ll never pick a fucking side of the fence, ay
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| I see the fear in your eyes lil bitch, like woah
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| If they catch me they gon' tell you I resisted
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| I keep the devils stick put it on my wishlist, woah
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| My life’s a road when you can see the end, woah
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| They keep 2 hollow tips stashed in the Glock
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| I smoke off
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| I’m sick and tired of you fucking kids
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| I won’t never hide from the peace, yeah
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| I guess tomorrow is killin' if it breaks, yeah
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| Lets wanna one on one, fucking fight with our fists, eh
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| with a strap in your grip, yeah yeah
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| I been thinkin' how the fuck will I function
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| I just gave it all up, was it really that important?
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| I still think about the past I’m fucking glad I never wrote it
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| I’m still walkin' home drunk from chillin' with my cousins
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| Had to get back to the real shit, eh
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| Funny how they have us in chains
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| Now we fly first class on planes
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| My G’s really don’t say no names
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| Used to be peaceful now I’ve changed
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| Swear Thursday Night me Brave
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| Now I’ll cut your neck like cake
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| Young Lxrd speaks not who know the strange
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| You’ll never pick a fucking side of the fence, ay
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| I see the fear in your eyes lil bitch, like woah
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| If they catch me they gon' tell you i resisted
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| I keep the devils stick put it on my wishlist, woah
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| My life’s a road when you can see the end, woah
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| They keep 2 hollow tips stashed in the Glock
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| I smoke off
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| I’m sick and tired of you fucking kids |