| Back then when my shit stopped
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| We always movin on to the next drop
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| I’m never tryin to look back
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| To the streets where the homies could get popped
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| Always tryin to build a side, what’s left inside of me
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| And will not be the thing that’s defining me
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| So fuck what you see and how you look at me
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| Better get the facts right, before judgin me
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| I grew up so low, surrounded by drugs in a shit home
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| Many times I just let my mind roam
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| Whatever it took just to get gone
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| I know that shits in the past
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| That shit went by so fast
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| Many years of wantin to die
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| But I’m glad that shit will never come back
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| And we try to move on
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| Hangin off the ledge even I try holdin on
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| What the fuck am I doin wrong?
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| My past creeps, it keeps goin on
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| My message hittin deep
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| Wake me from my sleep
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| I’m comatose and paralyzed from what’s around me
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| True story
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| Whats up with all the fakeness?
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| Why can’t they keep it real?
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| Can see right through your bullshit
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| Just like a broken seal
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| See I don’t trust no one, I never drop my fuckin shield
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| The land of torment raining blood down everytime I kill
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| Demons that’s living inside of my head
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| And they telling me that my situation going to worsen
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| Gotta get to the top somehow someway, gotta put the work in
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| Came too far to quit, sacrificed a lot of shit
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| All the countless hours spent and I would do it all again
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| Who truly has your back when your life at the all time lowest
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| It’s devil watching closely as the bodies fill the ocean
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| Fuck religion I loving sinning
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| All your fuckin mindsare closed minded
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| Blinded mothafuckas realizing that this hell ain't done rising |