| Eyes up wide no pride
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| Let shine till we die
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| Eyes up wide no pride
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| Let shine till we die
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| Into the floor like war
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| You’re feeling the hairs up on like a nightmare
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| Pump through like Spartans, the killer doesn’t fight fair
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| Your fate was written and sitten up on my shelf
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| Your style was always bitten ya bitchin bout top shelf
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| Been there, done that, Large need a fund back
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| Come back 28 teeth up in the beast, had to crunch that
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| Cuz I lost all of my wisdom a month back
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| When I’m nervous all I need is the contact
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| Seventy two virgins await with a key at the gate
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| Wrapped in silk stockings-and cake all over there face
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| And I’m still clutching the case for all of my mates
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| Never shoveled shit on a scrape so I never relate
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| You try call for me, That’s what most would call blasphemy
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| Arsonist get sprayed hard with heat casually
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| Come for me, one by one they fall gradually
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| Tuck the red envelopes down my dacks happily
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| Maybe, Lately
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| Hold’n my kids again, Up on her chest
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| With a smile on her face, I’m a better man
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| Grown like I’m peter pan, She get sick from the taste
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| If it’s up on face, I’m a deader man
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| Hand me that sedative, Stay numb for the world
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| With some help of a chase, And some medicine
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| I am a menace man
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| Respect it get lost like a life I’ma
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| Murder a veteran
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| Global roam is on in central housing
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| Gold is broke until you add the value
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| Give em hope and then i pull the carpet
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| Roll a joke and get a punch to spark it
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| Burn a steak and lobster like i’m fucking starving
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| Came to paint the roster only ones are staring
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| Billy flip the beat is just to put a bar in
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| Little missile feet is got the pedal blasted, I’m
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| Lately
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| I don’t see myself
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| I can’t be myself
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| I don’t need my help
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| Crave me
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| I don’t see myself
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| I can’t be myself
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| I don’t need my help
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| Crave me
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| Maybe |