| A wise man once said no one’s promised tomorrow
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| I say today ain’t definite dog and death soon follow
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| Eye for an eye is the motto
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| Our time is borrowed, these slugs is hollow
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| I’m not lying
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| Listen up punk, I ain’t your boy
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| Already told you before, don’t make me tell you no more
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| I got the raw, this is for my gangsters that bang
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| Dudes in the bing, we worldwide doing our thing
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| Motherfucker what’s truth?
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| Lies in disguise, live and you die
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| Smif-n-Wessun forty-five right between your eyes
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| We still out here
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| Ahead of the rest, hammer and vest
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| We put it down, we one of the best
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| Truth!
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| This is for the Smif-n-Wessun lovers
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| Who know us as Cocoa Bruvaz
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| In the hood supporters
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| Still listening waiting for us
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| It’s for… who can’t stand me
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| Hating on my family
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| Smile in my face, behind my back you wanna blam' me
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| It’s for… tools of the trade units, substance abusers
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| We ain’t making no money together? |
| (Nigga!)
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| Then screw you!
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| This for… Dons and divas (Niggas and bitches)
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| Rock with a middle man (but we don’t do snitches)
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| It’s for… two middle fingers up at your boss
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| We ain’t make it in your mag then your math is off
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| But… it’s really for the non-believers
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| We ain’t feeling you either |