| Shoulder the blame, strong enough to maybe hold it and aim
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| Old enough to know the mechanics, like he knowin his name
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| Young enough to know he can handle it or so he proclaims
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| Inspired to throw a hand in it and go with the grain
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| And by default, whatever’s performed, is what it’s gon' be
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| Hollows in the sky, drown out heaven’s harmonies
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| Followin the sky 'til they told him it was all speech
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| Now he cover his ears in case it ever cause heat
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| All covered and clear, arms within arms reach
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| Hands on approach, hole wanna fill his heart beat
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| Hands on the scope, load wanna see him glow
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| See him grow right in front of your eyes or leave 'em closed
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| Leave 'em with enough of those and it’s enough to lead 'em out
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| To see the doubt and to see what the similar be about
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| And if they, all for it and they never say never, it’s whatever
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| Strong purchasin is fifty and better
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| So raisin band, you day one, get it how you see it
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| Eyes wide shut but seein is believin
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| Reason bein, you day one, get it how you see it
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| Eyes wide shut but seein is believin
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| And the soundtrack to it is as loud as you can see (*gunshot*)
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| The soundtrack to it is as loud as you can see (*gunshot*)
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| The soundtrack to it is as loud as you can see (*gunshot*)
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| The soundtrack to it is as loud as you can see (*gunshot*)
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| Told 'em it’s easy to get accustom, easier to adjustin then they thought
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| And seeing’s believin, so he believin what he saw
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| And who would of knew how much he could see behind the door?
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| They changin the locks baby, he seein what he want
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| And anything could turn tunnel vision if the ending
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| Is the opposite left from the beginning
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| And if winning is the opposite left, than you’d be with it
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| You be gunnin for a run in that tunnel, pun intended
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| So he runnin with his gun in the tunnel but still seated
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| Can’t carry it and can’t put it down, he still need it
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| Can’t leave it, can’t see without it, they blew the lights out
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| Let it walk in front of 'em and stop whatever come to 'em
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| Halo up above it, sixteen’s sittin under it
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| God if it jam, may your hands do the coverin
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| Halo up above it, sixteen’s sittin under it
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| Easy to be a pawn for anybody who want it
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| Louder than they ever saw, doubt 'em and he lettin off
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| ASAP, everything about 'em has been said before
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| Brighter than they ever heard, light 'em when they send the word
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| Take that, one shot right 'em if they ever turn
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| Take that (*gunshot*), word is murder is cheap
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| It’s work for hire if you lying where the murderers be
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| And the market is still clickin when they callin in need
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| Findin one is automatic if you walk in the lead
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| So if he seem a little different and you see what he was given
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| It’s a given understanding that he breathin at his limits
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| And the limits is, anything the crib might’ve given him
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| Was makeover day three, they ain’t put the ceiling in
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| Roof still open so the sky that he was livin in
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| He throwin shots at it, call it high off of adrenaline
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| Young enough to kick it with the one I’m pullin under me
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| Friends teller in, what the tool might wanna be (*gunshot*) |