| Khrysis, you crazy, man
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| I need one more to go
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| Forgive me for my sins
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| Woop, woop
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| Clear the area, the beat rude, eat food, cafeteria
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| It’s like a jungle outside, mass hysteria
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| Might have the rumble outside, crash the barrier
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| Who the fuck want it? |
| Jump out the black 600
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| Young gunna’s thirsty for bodies, Henny dump and blunt it
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| Get confronted, run the jewels, Killer Mike and El
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| The only gangstas still alive doin' life in jail
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| No remorse, no regrets, no fucks given
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| No love lost, respect the dead while you’re livin'
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| Keep the vehicle, the God, and the physical
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| Move accordingly, 'cause hatred be visible
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| The kofi don, Veteran, collabo
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| Air Force Ones and Louis on
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| You run your mouth like a she do
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| We move in silence, get next to you like a G do
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| Verses put careers in hearses
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| More omnipotent when in person
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| Stahfallah, Lord, forgive me for my sins
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| When I think I’m gettin' out, they pull me back in
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| I’m just cut from somethin' different
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| That’s what I try to tell 'em, they don’t wanna listen?
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| Stahfallah, Lord, forgive me for my sins
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| When I think I’m gettin' out, they pull me back in
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| I’m just cut from somethin' different
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| Never start anything you can’t finish
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| Never met a killer that ain’t play his part
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| I never met a killer that ain’t have a heart
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| We gorillas, monkey bars, see us in the park
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| Basic trainin' with the shark so the skill is sharp
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| Hnhh, be on point for the get-back
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| Bar work so we built for the kickback
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| These streets is wicked, hard to make a summer isle
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| If you ain’t with the shits, better take another route
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| I take a slug before they take my brother out
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| Bless and a curse, watch your mouth in my mother house
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| Hnhh, my man’s uncle got thirty
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| He went in and his son got murdered
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| The acts of his father is what did 'em in
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| Biddin' in the pen turned boys to men
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| Revolvin' doors come out and go in again
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| Three hundred and sixty degrees, let the rhythm spin
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| Stahfallah, Lord, forgive me for my sins
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| When I think I’m gettin' out, they pull me back in
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| I’m just cut from somethin' different
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| That’s what I try to tell 'em, they don’t wanna listen?
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| Stahfallah, Lord, forgive me for my sins
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| When I think I’m gettin' out, they pull me back in
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| I’m just cut from somethin' different
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| Never start anything you can’t finish |