| It seems I can’t turn back, I’m walkin' 'round strapped
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| Can’t sleep, my enemies want me gat
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| Call my mama and they scream drama (Kill you bitch!)
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| Could it be they don’t know that they fuckin' wit a G? |
| (Rat-a-tat)
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| I’m goin' to sleep but with my eyes open
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| I’m gettin' high and I pray that when I go, I can die smokin'
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| Go to the funeral, my homie’s dead, he passed away
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| Got caught up in the wrong place, got blasted, hey
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| It’s just anotha part of bein' black
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| It ain’t no thang, but if you slang then you better watch yo back
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| 'Cause these motherfuckers love to see you gone
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| You gotta stay strong, young brother, 'cause it’s on
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| And I’ll be slangin' these thangs till the break of dawn
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| Gotta make my ends, then it’s time to take it home
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| I got some hoochies on my pager, it’s major
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| Let me play her like a game of fuckin' SEGA
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| (Beep Beep) It’s time to wake up, 2 in the mornin'
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| You gotta leave, gots to sleep by myself, Cause I’m a G
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| It’s time to say goodbye, I gots to get my strap
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| I was raised in the gutter now I can’t turn back, haha
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| It seems I can’t turn back (I can’t turn back)
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| They want me to change
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| And now I can’t turn back (I know y’all looking at me crazy but uh)
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| It seems I can’t turn back
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| They want me to change
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| But now, I can’t turn back
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| I got 30 homies dirty mackin', jealous 'cause I’m stackin'
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| I stay tackin', packin' heat in case these niggas get to actin'
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| Too sheisty, shorty y’all get foggy and wanna leak
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| Or get restless tryna test this, get they ass put to sleep (pow)
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| I’m playin' for keeps, and if a life ain’t no turnin' back
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| I’ma keep hustlin' as long as dope fiends keep burnin' crack
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| No love for these bitches 'cause when you down and out, they backs turn
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| Now dig em and ditch em, be about my riches, sip my liquor and let my sack burn
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| Can’t let these funky cock hoes destroy me
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| Only quality time I’m spending is on these blocks that employ me
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| These punk-ass cops annoy me, playa hatin' on my cash got
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| Me bailin' through them gusto throwin' my sack and strappin' the stash box
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| Tryin' to crash my spot, tryin' to stop a nigga from earnin' stacks
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| To hustle’s all I know so it ain’t really no turnin' back
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| I can’t turn back
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| They sayin' I’m crazy
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| I can’t turn back
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| I won’t quit
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| I can’t turn back
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| They want me to stop
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| But yo, I can’t turn back
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| Comin' up off a clip, So nigga don’t trip, It’s the S-P-I
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| When I step onto ya shit, nigga, ya quick to die
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| So take this slug to ya chest 'cause then I’m turnin' back
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| Reason the ghetto smoke a motherfucker slangin' crack
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| I put my finger on trigger and he was fro’d up
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| He was the key to me gettin' my spizzot sowed up
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| So now I’m runnin' like a motherfuckin' fugitive
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| And all I carry is memories of how I used to live
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| Every time I wake up, I hit the floor and thank the lord
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| I don’t know what I’m livin' for, I’m runnin' out the back door
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| Ain’t nothin' nice in my life, I ask my nigga Spice
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| (What's up, nigga) Don’t wanna die, am I livin' right?
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| I hit the corner smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy
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| Will I be sober enough to see my enemies?
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| And if I do, will I empty my clip or will I trip?
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| 'Cause I ain’t givin' up for shit, I can’t turn back
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| I can’t turn back
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| They want me to quit
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| But yo, I can’t turn back
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| They sayin' I’m crazy
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| I can’t turn back
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| They want me to quit
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| But yo, I can’t turn back
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| I can’t turn back
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| They want me to quit
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| But yo, I can’t turn back
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| I’m still thuggin'
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| I can’t turn back
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| They want me to quit
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| But yo, I can’t turn back |