| I’m America’s nightmare, the American dream
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| I have risen from environments with heroin schemes
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| Crack fiends and thugs pack macs in black jeans
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| A society without a solution or vaccine
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| Just a sickness where 71% are addicted to drugs includin' prescriptions
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| So when I shoot from the hip bitch
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| It’s more than just a screwed up musician
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| This is your world, I’m givin' the brutal description
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| A truer depiction, well listen if you heard I might tell it
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| Got my pistol pointed at all you conservative zealots
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| You’re a bible beater, every word I blurted is hellish
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| Your daughter’s sixteen, I’m waitin' for her to develop
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| I’m perverted and relish inside of these blasphemous rhymes
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| Getting smashed drinking liquor then I’m passing her lines
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| In the same fucking apartment that I’m stashing the nine
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| Call it fucked up, I call it a passion of mine
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| You’re addicted to the rush, adrenaline pumpin'
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| I could put fist through your chest right now
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| And I know I get a little crazy on this shit
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| I know, I know, I know
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| Sick visions of destruction, adrenaline pumpin'
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| I can feel my heart about to beat out of my chest
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| And I know I can quit at any time I want it
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| I know, I know, I know
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| Streets love me cause I’m a natural born hustler
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| My fam disappointed, I’m my own best customer
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| Ridin' a white pony, a cocaine cowboy
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| Far from a phony, homie, I blow brains out boy
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| Uh huh, now I’m cleanin' off a mirror
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| Choppin' that Christina Aguilera, high till I die
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| Loc till they smoke me, shit don’t stop
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| So I’m pushin' through a nosebleed
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| Movin' weight but still losing weight
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| Maneuver straight, master the high, destroy, build, and communicate
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| Wifey bitching, she don’t like the life I’m living
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| Shut the fuck up, I can tell that I might be slipping
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| No matter what these motherfuckers think kid I’m holdin' mine
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| Blowing lines, I can’t think with a sober mind
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| Test my patience and I strike, fuck the proud
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| You got some sort of sick desperation in your life
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| Machine gun mentality for a reason I’m battlin'
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| Demons from being badly treated back as a fetus
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| Why the fuck you think I’m thinkin' of smashing a teen
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| For Paris or Nicky when I put a gag cap on my penis
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| Dab it in a wannabe actress that can’t actually act
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| But she looks spectacular sucking me off happily
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| Especially opportunity, use it to cop
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| The root of all evil since all of us are already
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| Walk with Lucifer’s cause to influence upon people
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| And the thought of God is truly diggin' my hole deeper
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| Slowly I’mma tell you what believe and show me
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| Only hold it closely if you see and know it’s real
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| I mean it cause I’ve been deceited and treated just like a failure
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| So it’s either starve or scheme for a fucking mill
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| They subpoena me and make the ordeal
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| Way more heater on that ass while I’m on the scene like I got a hundred mill
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| Whose got free beats, I ain’t givin' away shit
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| Put the plate up to my face and I’m fiending to take it
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| They’re like, Oh great, another white kid with limited patience
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| And a nose like a black hole, put him with Slaine then |