| I just wanna talk to you
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| Sometimes I just wanna talk
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| Just want you to hear me out
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| Shit like that, you know
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| If I’m gonna die in the morning, who give the warning to me?
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| Who? |
| I bet it wouldn’t be the reaper, homie (I bet that)
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| And you know I love rhyming to you (Hahaha)
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| But this shit is getting deeper, homie
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| I used to hustle for that sneaker money, working the speaker
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| Then the crib turned to Sneaker Dome (Sneaker's heavyweight, nigga)
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| But I should’ve thought of buildings below Orleans
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| I’m still building, why you think I’m seeking for 'em?
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| And I should’ve geek
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| But the handgun was sleek and my palm no reach
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| (Don't you fuckin' move)
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| Middle of a robbery, louder shit would bother me
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| But wasn’t used to speakin' on it (I ain’t speakin' on God)
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| In the hood, it’s aggressive shit, I ain’t really stressin' shit
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| I just light the reefer for it
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| But then I had to change it
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| Face all my fears, but I didn’t get weaker for it
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| Gotta know your weakness, gotta know your strength
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| Are you built for the war? |
| Can you go the length?
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| Hopped off the stoop, climbed every fence
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| Stayed on the grind, shine ever since
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| Gotta know your weakness, gotta know your strength
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| Are you built for the war? |
| Can you go the length?
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| Hopped off the stoop, climbed every fence
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| Stayed on the grind, shine ever since
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| Tears stain the face and blood stains the body
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| And drugs stain the and dirt stains the stoop
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| So none of us is clean but all we want is green
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| So all of us will rule (We ruling)
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| It’s fucked up, on the drive (Fucked up)
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| Knowing some of us could die and some of us could blow
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| It’s a rollercoaster ride, no amusement in the park
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| When you runnin' from the narcs, gun’ll spark and you could go
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| To the pearly gates in Heaven or the flames down in Hell
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| But you ain’t live to tell, so we don’t really know
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| The show will go on and the flow will go on
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| Just like that in the slums, but you already know that
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| They don’t give a fuck about 'em so, or the fuck about us
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| Why you think they give a fuck about you?
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| But he don’t give a fuck, so I don’t give a fuck
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| In a room with some niggas, they don’t give a fuck, too
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| Gotta know your weakness, gotta know your strength
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| Are you built for the war? |
| Can you go the length?
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| Hopped off the stoop, climbed every fence
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| Stayed on the grind, shine ever since
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| Gotta know your weakness, gotta know your strength
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| Are you built for the war? |
| Can you go the length?
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| Hopped off the stoop, climbed every fence
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| Stayed on the grind, shine ever since |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gotta Know , by - Styles P. Song from the album PRESENCE, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп