| You can catch him sitting knowing that he’s sinning
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| But knowing sinning gon' give him what he’s always missing
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| He starts to bill a spliff and slowing taking out the seeds
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| Slowing calculating how to peculate them p’s
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| He’s made a couple g’s selling weed and selling e’s
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| And to get it selling these he certainly moves neat
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| He rides his moped round the whole ends from dusk till dawn
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| He’s got the weed head a pills heads lighting up his phone
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| He’s got a ratchet that he loves to flick open and close
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| Hoping one day that it’s gonna buss somebody’s clothes
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| Nobody really understands him nobody knows what’s in his heart cause it never
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| shows yo
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| He’s got a dead beat dad, that beats his mum real bad
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| His mum sits home all day drinking and smoking fags
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| His mum said he ain’t shit probably do jail time and that’s if he makes it to 25
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| Bad boy, he’s a bad boy
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| Bad boy, he’s a bad boy
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| Bad boy, he’s a bad boy
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| Bad boy, he’s a bad boy
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| Yeah!
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| Catch him laying on his back getting head from cat listening to new rap like 50
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| and that
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| Word for word reciting like he’s the real writer
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| Or shadow boxing in the mirror like a real fighter
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| The reason he’s hurt is now lost like a lighter
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| The pain in his heart gets him drunk as mother yo
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| He gets another call then puts it in his balls
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| He passes the poster of 2Pac on his bedroom wall
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| He don’t really stop and cotch with the man dem
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| He said them man are waste man them man are loose cannons cause
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| They got the rebors he’s got the real ting
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| He got the 38 with the grip and the case to put it in
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| He’d kill for his kicks or his whips or his friends
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| He’d kill for his dad even though he hates him
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| He’d kill for the reason of killing cause killings in
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| And he’d kill if opportunity rings
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| See his priorities are messed up, if he doesn’t realize that then his luck’ll
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| be up
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| Cause he wants to be remembered like Tony Montana
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| But he’s forgetting that he’ll end up dead like Tony Montana
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| Life is a game and he’s playing to lose he ain’t knowing the rules thinking
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| they don’t apply to him
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| But its love yea and it’s the love that will keep him
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| Keep him filled to the brim although he’s living in sin
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| His mind believes he’s a product of the things he’s sees
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| Nobody told him he’s a free as the air he breathes
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| As simply as it sounds this is history he ain’t the first and he won’t be the
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| last
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| Cause I’ve seen a few going nowhere fast yeah
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| I’ve seen a few going nowhere fast
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| A life upraised is a life unsure always looking for help but expecting closed
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| doors that why he’s |