| Robin Williams died
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| Committed suicide
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| Three weeks later my friend dead
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| Now it’s just the crew and I
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| Sitting ‘round wondering what happen
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| Guess it’s foolish pride
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| Thinking it can’t happen to one of us
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| No not you and I
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| Who am I
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| Miss the funeral cause I feel poor inside
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| I been battling my own demons
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| Ain’t no new surprise
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| Contemplated driving off the road in my newest ride
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| Same fate as Robin
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| Different route like 3 and 4, 2 and 5
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| Both equal seven
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| Tell your reverend that my heaven sure ain’t here on earth
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| Money, fame what it’s worth
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| When you’re in the dirt
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| So what I ain’t in the dirt
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| Sunday I was in the church
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| Saturday I was… man I ain’t putting that in this verse
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| They judge me and love me
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| Hug me and mug me
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| God is good
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| That broad is bad
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| Most of all this world is ugly
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| Going on vacation
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| Mentally I need sedation
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| Pray for me
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| I see you at the final destination
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| Hesitation leads to frustration
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| It got me pacing
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| Round and round and round in this basement
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| My mind racing
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| Life ain’t no erasing
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| This reality we facing (No patience and the lack of cash)
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| That’s a bad combination (She want more and that’s all he had)
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| That’s a bad combination (Thugging, druging)
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| That’s a bad combination (She love him, he doesn’t)
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| That’s a bad combination (All bad)
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| That’s a bad combination
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| Ain’t no shame in my game
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| I just (you know)
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| I want somebody to do better or be better
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| Bad Combination
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| They got different expectations
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| Money been funny lately
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| Mix that with impatience
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| His ol' lady late
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| The last thing they need is a baby
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| Lust turns into hatred
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| Next it’s child support payment
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| It happens every day like this battle I have with satan
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| They might just decapitate all the rappers with education
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| Wouldn’t surprise me
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| They want us blind
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| I see the signs
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| The unique should unify
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| Wish the real would realize
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| I need more resistence the harder I grind
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| Can’t let it break my will
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| You smoke weed or sip lean
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| That don’t make you real
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| Survivors guilt
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| I won’t sell my soul
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| I still pay the bills
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| And once I peak I might disappear like Dave Chappelle
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| That’s just how I feel
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| Two days ago I made bail
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| And I making up for lost time
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| Trying to make it where I can’t fail
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| Pistol and a sack
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| That’s a bad combination
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| Felony situation
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| I’m just telling what I’m facing
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| Man it’s crazy |