| Struggle make you humble as a motherfucka, hungry as a motherfucka
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| Perception is a bitch but the truth is a motherfucka
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| Tired of you motherfuckas, tired as a motherfucka
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| Ready to load a clip and get to bustin' in this motherfucka
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| Lately I’ve been on some other type of shit
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| Tryin' to find some light in this, searchin' for enlighten-shit
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| Exorcising demons every evening I been fighting with
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| Yard full of broken bottles, fighting not to take a swallow
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| Fully loaded clip I’m 'bout to flip and get to dumpin' hollows
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| Now everybody excited and I’m ready I’ma die to win
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| Head first I’m diving in, anybody fuck a friend
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| A word with no meanin', so I’m plottin' and I’m schemin'
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| I’m so done with this dreamin', dyin' slow and barely breathing
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| Ain’t no future in this bullshit, rappin' or the street life
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| Carvin' my intestines, and deception is the dull knife
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| Switchin' my direction want perfection and a new life
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| High prices on the blow (let go)
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| So it’s hard to get dough (let go)
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| Tried to run up in my pad
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| Trying to hit me for my cash
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| So I thum-thum-thum (had to let go)
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| Sick and tired of this shit (let go)
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| Old homie turned snitch (let go)
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| Homies brought it to the light
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| Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)
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| G shit my jeans ripped
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| My homies hold double XL magazine clip
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| The heat spit like loose teeth
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| The kid kick like Bruce Lee
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| Y’all false as Bloods that bleed Crip on that weak shit
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| I’m 2−3 ballin' but I peep shit
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| This for anybody that say that I’m on some sweet shit
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| This is for the Darrein is just too R&B shit
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| This one for the money cause y’all always on some free shit
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| I’m from the city with a system of poverty
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| I’ve seen my homies go from ride or die to a rivalry
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| I’ve seen these hoes loyalty turn into a robbery
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| Like God can you please bless these hoes with more honesty
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| But trust me I tried it before
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| They say my city on fire like the devil home
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| I been talkin' to God he don’t hear me though
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| Sometimes I just wonder should I let it go
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| High prices on the blow (let go)
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| So it’s hard to get dough (let go)
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| Tried to run up in my pad
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| Trying to hit me for my cash
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| So I thum-thum-thum (had to let go)
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| Sick and tired of this shit (let go)
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| Old homie turned snitch (let go)
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| Homies brought it to the light
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| Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)
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| Everybody hungry
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| Every night we on three
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| Aaron fight the Fahrenheit of very trifling homies
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| When they staring right before me like they care but they parasites and only
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| Wanna rare bite of millionaire Rice-A-Roni!
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| On yo nose, the flare light is there like a Hongi
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| Lead your layered life to lonely
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| Nigga you best leave my premises
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| You don’t wanna be my nemesis
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| I’ma put it on the B.I.B.L.E. |
| (Die!)
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| Then I read my Genesis
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| Nigga I train and I train for when they aim for my change
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| At the range ain’t a thang they know my name and it’s Strange
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| Leave your brains on the terrain dead if he came for the games
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| Not to explain but me and my dame keep a thang and it bangs! |
| Ekk ket ket ket
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| ket ket pooh pooh pdddit nigga
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| Taking the living to necro
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| They never knew Missouri killas would be hillbillies like Jethro Bodine,
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| slept slow, codeine I’m so mean like Destro
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| And I got the green like a gecko
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| And I’ma never let go of it
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| High prices on the blow (let go)
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| So it’s hard to get dough (let go)
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| Tried to run up in my pad
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| Trying to hit me for my cash
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| So I thum-thum-thum (had to let go)
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| Sick and tired of this shit (let go)
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| Old homie turned snitch (let go)
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| Homies brought it to the light
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| Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go) |