| A true warrior’s not measured by his friends
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| He’s measured by his enemies
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| You feel me?
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| Check it
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| I live by the code of Heaven
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| I’m still a man without my AK-47
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| I wear the brand of the 7
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| I wear a crown of infinite power
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| Enemies I devour
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| If shit is ever sour I make plays and bargain with the under realm for souls
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| So hold me down my nigga let’s take a stroll
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| Niggas hating so I went and copped a bowl
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| I’m at the throne, sitting holy with money that don’t fold
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| They asking God when’s your next show?
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| I’m plotting on my next grow
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| And you already know I’m staying low
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| Can’t trust strangers, only trust God and bangers
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| Never lacking, I keep one in the chamber
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| The moon phases, the skies blacken
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| With guns clapping
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| So much murder in this world, that shit happens
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| A lot of bloodshed, a lot of drug trappin'
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| I can’t sit down, the war’s climaxing
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| I can’t trust no talk on the battlefield cus shit is too real
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| I wanna see my destiny fulfilled, at the top
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| Where all MC’s kneel, the last meal
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| Never get too comfortable so I sleep with the steel
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| The truth in the light reveals
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| No matter how much the evil taints
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| It won’t outshine the real
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| No matter how sinister the evil thinks, so nigga chill
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| Are you ready to die? |
| Are we seeing eye to eye?
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| When hammers fly, are you gon' sit there and cry?
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| When shit gets rough, are you even gonna try?
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| Sit with my gun and a blunt to get high |