| As I step outside the house, I bow my head and I pray
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| Got a lot on my mind as I step outside
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| Put my system up loud soon as I hop in the ride
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| Cruise up the boulevard with a smile on my face
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| A chromed out nine mili, just so I could feel safe
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| hotter than hell and I gotta stay ready
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| I’m on the grind to get mine, making moves to get fedi
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| This life is petty, the street life is deadly
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| Disrespect us I’ll spill your noodles like a bowl of spaghetti
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| Stay strapped, and little homi watch your back
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| I ain’t trying to fucking preach but yo I been through that
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| So what the fuck is next? |
| This fucking lif is a test
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| Sometimes I’m wondering if I get a chance to rest
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| My whole life is stress, got me feeling depressed
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| Sometimes I’m wondering why I got myself in this mess
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| So I just spark it up cause what else can I do
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| Time to face all my fears, time to get rid of you
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| Somebody’s got to die, one of us gots to go
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| Cause we can never be friends, you little punk ass hoe
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| I’m from the city of Los and no matter where you go
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| We’re selling first class tickets to that murder show
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| In this crazy world
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| We be dodgin' and we duckin' everything
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| Just to stay alive
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| When the streets are watching
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| And we steadily hustling
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| Doing anything to survive
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| It’s time to leave
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| Can’t get caught slipping
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| And no tripping or we choose to die
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| Cause the pressures are deadly
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| So we gotta be ready to do anything to survive |