| Mother: I know what’s wrong with that crazy motherfucker
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| He just stand by the goddamn window
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| With that fuckin' AK all day (there you go)
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| You don’t work, you don’t fuck, you don’t eat
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| You don’t even do a goddamn thing
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| I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
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| In the city where the skinny niggas die
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| If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry
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| I expect retaliation in a hurry
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| I see death around the — corner, any day
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| Tryin to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
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| Strugglin' and strivin', my destiny’s to die
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| Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes
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| In a ball of confusion, I’m thinkin' 'bout my daddy
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| Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me
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| I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can’t help me
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| Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain’t healthy
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| Am I paranoid? |
| — Tell me the truth
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| I’m out the window with my AK, ready to shoot
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| Ran out of indo and my mind can’t take the stress, I’m out of breath
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| Make me wanna kill my damn self; |
| but I see death around the corner
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| («When we were kids, belonging felt good.»)
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| I see death around the corner
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| («But having respect, that feels even better.»)
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| I see death around the corner
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| («When we were kids, belonging felt good.»)
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| I see death around the corner
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| («But having respect, that feels even better.»)
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| I see death around the corner, the pressure’s gettin' to me
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| I no longer trust my homies — them phonies tried to do me
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| Smokin' too much weed, got me paranoid, stressed
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| Pack a gat and my vest, under my clothes when I dress
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| Here’s hopin' I die the way I lived, straight thuggin'
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| Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas that was buggin'
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| My homie told me once, don’t you trust them other suckers
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| They front like they your homies but they phony motherfuckers
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| And even if I did die young, who’d care
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| All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares
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| Got homies in my head that done passed away screamin' «Please!»
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| Young nigga, make G’s
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| I can’t give up, although I’m hopeless, I think my mind’s gone
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| All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner
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| («When we were kids, belonging felt good.»)
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| I see death around the corner
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| («But having respect, that feels even better.»)
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| I see death around the corner
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| («When we were kids, belonging felt good.»)
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| I see death around the corner
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| («But having respect, that feels even better.»)
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| (I was raised) I was raised in the city, shitty
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| Ever since I was an itty bitty kiddy
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| Drinkin' liquor out my momma’s titty
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| And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household
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| And drinkin' liquor til' you out cold
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| And though I’m grown now, nigga it’s still on — Pow!
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| Bustin on them niggas 'til they gone
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| How many more jealous ass bitches, comin' for my riches
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| Now I gotta be suspicious when I bone
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| Cause if I ain’t sharp and heartless, them bitches’ll start shit
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| Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch
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| No more game for free, please explain to me
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| Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see?
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| Murder me now but see me later man,
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| that’s on my pops
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| I got homies that will hunt you 'til you drop
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| I hope the Lord can forgive me
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| I was a G and gettin' high was a way of bein' free
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| I see death around the corner
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| («When we were kids, belonging felt good.»)
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| I see death around the corner
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| («But having respect, that feels even better.»)
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| I see death around the corner
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| («When we were kids, belonging felt good.»)
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| I see death around the corner
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| («But having respect, that feels even better.»)
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| This is for all the real motherfuckin' niggas out there
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| I know you ain’t scared to die; |
| we all gotta go, y’know?
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| A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes
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| And make sure he handles his motherfuckin' business
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| You think you’re gonna live long enough to spend that money
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| You fuckin hump?
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| Y’all niggas stop actin' like pussies out there, all right
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| If any of you.
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| Are tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like that…
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| I want his family dead! |
| I want his house burnt to the ground!
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| I wanna go there in the middle of the night I wanna piss on his ashes!
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| I want his family dead! |
| I want his house burnt to the ground!
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| I wanna go there in the middle of the night I wanna piss on his ashes!
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| I want that son of a bitch dead, I want him dead!
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| I want him dead, I don’t care… |