| Sex money and murder
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| All the decorations they set up under the curtains
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| They sitting here singing they never wanted to hurt us
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| And never would they ever
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| So I guess they made good on they’re promises all together
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| But maybe they really didn’t
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| Meaning they really did get to semi auto lifting
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| Ricochet reasons when they ricochet rabbit us
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| Trick bullets that’ll stop mid air and mallet us
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| We just tryna duck it but they bucking like if practice was
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| Targeted to here, out the window with this view
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| From this apartment with a stare
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| That’ll make you wanna see more
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| All of this intrigue will make you leave from outta these doors
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| And look for where Quiles is
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| Bigger dreams penciled in, hennessy adrenaline
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| Throw down, stand up and die for it like blizzard did
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| 40 ounces on 40 degree days
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| Penning 40 bar verses wit 40 on each page
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| And writing around the holes
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| I’m running outta room when I’m writing so I suppose
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| My pose is more in depth
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| My pose along the steps is home so to the death
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| We was built to play the right and I chose to bust a left
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| Dedicated to better living
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| Spending on better women
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| Took it and ran wit when they said we better get it
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| Like we was doing good but we doing better winning
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| And knowing there could be no better ending
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| And its dedicated to never living
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| Spending but never getting
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| Took it to stand wit it when they said we’ll never get it
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| Like we misunderstood them wanting to never switch it
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| And knowing that this shit is never ending, and looking back on it
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| It all started in Steel’s apartment
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| One in the same if there’s something to say
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| Something to say like I was still just the one to remain
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| One to remain like I was dealing wit one in the cham'
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| One in the cham' like the feeling there is nothing to gain
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| Nothing to gain like I’m wheeling in to jump in that lane
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| Jump in that lane like revealing I was one in the same
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| It circles back, and we just tryna jump in that ring
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| Jump in that ring like if we won’t get to jump in again
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| I mean, like, all we wanted was opportunity
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| And even if we couldn’t be exact, we knew the means
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| Even if we couldn’t see a stack we was true to dream
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| And even when we got to be in that we never knew to eat
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| Fucking something or at least we was pursuing it
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| And ordering lobster fried rice if we was doing it, ha!
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| Young and wide eyed, sprung off of Diddy crew
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| Like word to Puff wait til we get in these living rooms
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| Or better yet I, cuz I was all alone in a basement full of eyes
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| That was similar to mine, wit no similar in rhyme
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| None similar to mine, and we kicking it like shit is live or die
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| Cause we once a crew of youngin’s of the same kind
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| Quick to holla up at something with the same line
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| Never changed so if we out then ima still roll
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| And let the feeling remind us until the feeling’s gone |