| North Memphis
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| North Memphis
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| North Memphis nigga
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| North Memphis
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| North Memphis
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| North Memphis
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| North Memphis nigga
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| North Memphis
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| North Memphis
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| Watching the sands of the hour glass
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| Sharpen the blades for the circumstance
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| Sit in the dark while I’m in a trance
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| Taking that blade then I let it pass
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| Through my wrist, blood just drips
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| Down and down and down, don’t stop
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| Then my blood, starts to clot
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| My heartbeat, has been stopped
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| Urge to kill, pop more pills
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| Robbing the pharmacy
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| Mentally illa killa, blood rivers fill my vision
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| That black eyed midnight dweller
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| Bring my prey back down to my cellar
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| More bodies than a serial killer
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| Not scared of no pigga
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| .45 blow through my temple
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| Cover the whole world up in ash and then laugh
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| At the fact that I destroyed the past, fade to black
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| All my racks stained with back pain
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| All my gold chains in blast range
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| Ask myself do I lack fame?
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| Or am I famous 'cause I lack pain?
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| Numb to the stains, numb to the game
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| Numb to the racks that they gave me, fuck it all, I take it back
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| Take it back, take it back
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| Material world, using diamonds and pearls as a means of self worth when I could
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| die tomorrow
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| Return to the earth, suicidal since birth, fuck a leader, I follow the promise
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| of dirt |