| Yah, yah, $carecrow, Ruby stay runnin'
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| $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $care-, Norfside, Shit, where the fuck that been
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| R.I.P, $lick $loth
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| Playa hataz surround me
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| Like vultures on a dead body
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| Get the fuck from 'round me
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| Ain't tryna be ya' fuckin' friend
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| White boy with the nappy hair
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| Bought the platinums, nah not double-O bruh
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| Bunch of all you thirsty
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| 30 somethin' motherfuckin bald head headass
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| Boy get off this playa's nuts
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| Test your luck, might catch slugs
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| This that middle finger up
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| Shit, fuck a bitch
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| And fuck you too for thinkin' we would not make it
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| Tell me really
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| How does it feel?
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| If you were in the field believin' the vision that we livin
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| Fuck the fluxes no competition
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| We got the leverage
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| Fuck you punks we stock weapons
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| 47's 45's Tec's
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| Poles on deck cut throat boy
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| There's more than one reason that I'm a
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| Broke boy ain't broke
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| I gotta a lotta fuckin' bread
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| Now I've seen the globe
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| Puff another load
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| Sitting in another lead pipe
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| Cause my pockets got a lot of fucking holes leaving trails of the crumbs
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| So them fuckboys will follow, yeah
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| Fill up that hollow stomach with my sorrow
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| Tomorrow ain't promised a tough pill to swallow
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| But roxycodone ain't a tough pill to snort
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| It's a tough pill to kick
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| Always fall short
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| Standin' tall with my vice, fuck y'all for the sport
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| The money, the bitches, the fame feelin' like a whore
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| Now I'm smokin' more ports and I'm closer to death
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| Then I was when I was poor
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| Cooking pizzas in the kitchen passin' out on the couch
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| I'll die from being bored
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| He'll die from bein' bored
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| Sing a sad ass song with just four chords, oh lord
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| Sing a sad ass song, another death in the 7th Ward, oh lord
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| Sing a sad ass song for Yung Snow, putting in hours at the morgue
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| Sing a sad ass song for another tally on the sword blizzard storm when I fucking mourn |