| I’m trying to think, um
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| Yo yo
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| Yo yo yo yo yo
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| Uh, yo
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| Niggas start sipping and get that false hope
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| Stuck in this room like I’m a lost soul
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| I thought I told y’all
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| Now I’mma have to bogart your position and
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| You may hear me but y’all not listening
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| The light brown Christ
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| It might sound like
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| Two angels doing a duet
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| Alleia and Whitney beside me like a two-step
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| Not to get beside myself but God might help
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| With the funeral arrangements
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| I got the belt
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| Fuck all that struggle rap
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| A hundred dollar checks homie
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| I don’t want none of that
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| Pile it outside, damn
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| Fuck is the Hummer at?
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| Niggas getting spoonfed
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| I’m here to bring the hunger back
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| This that dungeon rap
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| I’m 20 now, where I’ll be by 21?
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| Statistics say in front of a gun
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| They got my dawg
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| Not make it a hundred and one niggas out the streets
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| Where the fuck is peace?
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| We stuck like leeches
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| Somehow the preachers
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| Never teach us or reach us
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| How can I get so high and still keep my ear to the streets?
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| Local beef ain’t on my radar
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| I let you beat and play God
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| Heard Satan don’t stay far
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| I’ll take your money and play Adolf
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| Niggas gunning down the game but the safety on
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| And I be on the same streets that they say they on
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| These niggas clearer than Avion water
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| And I hope the levy break, shit
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| 'Cause I can’t take they shit
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| On top like the day they did
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| Me and the village wild like the baybay kids
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| Hope they take the blade and go against they wrists
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| Let me take you back to stable ground now
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| I understand we can call this a graceful bow out
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| And I’m faded off some shot of brown now
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| Feeling out of town now
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| Faded like I’m chasing chasers
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| Or pink erasers
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| Or being chased by the Undertaker
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| Faded like a night in Vegas
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| That’s an understatement
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| Faded like I’m from Jamaica
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| On a hundred acres |