| Ayo when shit don’t go as planned
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| I ain’t about to fast, grab a mask
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| Get at the Citgo with the pistol in my hand
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| Risk brings reward
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| It offends me and I’ma pay it forward
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| None the less, a double edge sword
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| Cause when I swing and I’ma leave no witnesses to witness this
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| Danny how many stitches in between parenthesis
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| Essence of this rap shit
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| Close my eyes and back flip
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| Or blow your eyes back into your head under your cap print
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| You lack critical analysis
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| Skills to make it in this program
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| That’s why I kill your body over slow jams
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| The ugliest, real life duel plus he’s nice in sessions
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| Yeah I’m lying to detectives 'bout the night in question
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| Yeah I’m lying to juries don’t worry you worry warts
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| I’m lawyered up
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| And none of the evidence can be heard in court
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| It’s that time of the year
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| It’s that year of the decade
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| It’s that decade of the century
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| The best has appeared
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| «It's that time of the year»
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| My words carry weight like I’m wire tapped
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| That smart full of hate best retire that
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| Cause you don’t wanna see me on my fire back
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| Fire back, fire back, fucking win in spite of that
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| Do it for my father and I’ll do it for my brothers
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| I do it for my girl never do it for another
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| I do it for the younger me
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| Living out a life of pain
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| Never thought the nights of rain ever could ignite the flame
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| So everyday is now or never
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| Never been a for weather always been a winner
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| And I’ve been ready for that shit whenever, steady on my way
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| I’m feeling plenty pressure and that levee gotta break
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| You feeling petty see me sweating on the stage with
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| Hundreds of people spitting everything I say
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| It’s cause
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| They feel the same I said
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| «We feel the same»
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| All waiting for that day when we diminish the pain
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| Come on |