| Yeah-yeah, yeah
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| Fly said «give 'em the pain»
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| So I’m giving them pain
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| Give them the pain
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| Giving them pain
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| Give them the pain
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| Trust me
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| OK
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| I said walked in the club
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| And they gave us a section
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| Me, two niggas, and the gun that I crept with
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| 'Cause shit could get hectic
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| I see they all follow me now
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| They say my life is interesting
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| Took a seat at the back
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| Thought about life and lessons
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| Right now, a man’s just reflecting
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| Ayy, walked in the club
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| And they gave us a section
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| Me, two niggas, and the gun that I crept with
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| 'Cause shit could get hectic
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| I see they all follow me now
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| They say my life is interesting
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| Took a seat at the back
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| Thought about life and lessons
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| Man’s just reflecting
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| I had beef with my bredrin
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| But I knew his mum, so I left it
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| And then the prick got birded off
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| Watch how his life turnt mess quick
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| Uh, jail calls to Skiz
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| Like, I knew they weren’t bredrins
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| It was twisting my mind on some next shit
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| I knew they weren’t bredrins
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| Nearly made me and you have a fall-out
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| Now look how you’re more than my bredrin
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| Huh? |
| We just upped and left them
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| Now look how we flexing
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| Racks in West End
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| My nigga, look how we step in
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| Hold up, wait there
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| Can’t forget how we rolled up
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| Drop top, pieces on the next ting
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| 'Bout sixty racks
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| Just to blam these fuckboys
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| They know we the real deal
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| I swear we up next, king
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| I ain’t carrying deadweight
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| Nah, I don’t need yes men
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| I can still pull it and press it
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| Can still the essence
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| Ayy, walked in the club
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| And they gave us a section
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| Me, two niggas, and the gun that I crept with
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| 'Cause shit could get hectic
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| I see they all follow me now
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| They say my life is interesting
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| Took a seat at the back
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| Thought about life and lessons
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| Man’s just reflecting
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| Uh, walked in the club
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| And they gave us a section
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| Me, two niggas, and the gun that I crept with
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| Know shit could get hectic
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| I see they all follow me now
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| They say my life is interesting
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| Took a seat at the back
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| Thought about life and lessons
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| Man’s just reflecting
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| Swear I was like seventeen
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| When my nigga lost his dad
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| My nigga didn’t even know
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| Homeboy was just rotting in the can
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| Then he beat the case, came home
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| Smiling on the streets, was like «damn»
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| Had to watch him go from glad to sad
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| The way life works is mad
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| Just 'cause of a snitch
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| My nigga couldn’t say bye to his dad
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| I’m sitting here like «shit
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| If it was me, it would have turnt me down»
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| I know niggas in jail right now
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| Riding stiff birds and they didn’t even do it
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| I know there’s people on the hospital bed right now
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| Just wishing they could move, their family’s praying
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| Wishing that they could get through it
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| Writing down every little single improvement
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| I’ve gotta stop and tell my son everyday
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| «Little nigga, we blessed
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| We one of the chosen few
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| That’s why God keeps giving us tests
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| Put something on your future, boy
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| Look, life could change in a sec
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| You know I could lose it all
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| But with you, I’ve got an S on my chest»
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| Granny don’t know what we’re doing yet
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| She’s assumed we live a life of stress
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| I’m giving 'em flows, I’m ripping down shows
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| They say I’m up next
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| Picture me blowing, family tree
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| You know we’re rolling with
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| Flex
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| Giving them pain, giving them pain
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| Giving them pain |