| Every time a bell rings
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| An angel gets his hell wings
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| I don’t want to survive, I want to live
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| I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way
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| What’s hard to get?
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| Streets taught me to be a better man
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| Ain’t trying to do Life
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| Know some niggas who won’t see the day
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| And I met a few ringleaders who lead astray
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| Couple bing singers who sing away
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| That hurt me to my heart
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| And it still does, he on his third streak with the narcs
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| Gotta spill blood he don’t deserve to put his feet in a Clark
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| Get 'em bloodied up I ain’t never had love for what he lust
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| Can’t budge my ugly strut
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| I make love, get scullied up
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| Ask your people they’ll tell you so
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| If I don’t rob you first I can’t sell you blow woah
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| Come back when your money’s straight
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| Tummy aches rabbit ear pockets with the bunny face
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| I got it in a nutshell
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| Learned that only cowards with guts tell
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| You never seen a nigga this live
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| I cleaned my circle up they gotta pick sides
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| Few homies left I can count on
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| Act accordingly when you’re around ours
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| Don’t give them a shot to shoot you
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| Them niggas will pop your boo too
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| I had a thing for the viles
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| Still got it in me now i stuff a link in the bio
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| It gets spooky like Cinco de Mayo
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| Get your face painted up
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| They dead, it feels great waking up
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| Life continues on, with or without
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| No matter if you’re gone
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| Can’t get your shit off
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| With all the shit you on
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| I conduct behaviour, niggas living wrong
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| Singing that prison song
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| Sung on paper
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| Go figure
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| You him? |
| That’s what they sound like
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| Too used to living downright
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| I get the crowd hype
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| They ain’t respect the belt, took it to crown heights
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| Niggas get hit with 25
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| They ain’t allowed life
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| Old heads still thinkig I am a child
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| It’s been real that’s why I haven’t smiled
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| I don’t joke much
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| They can’t hold it down
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| But they wanna hold stuff
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| Gold rush
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| Sho nuff
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| I got it in a nutshell
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| Learned that only cowards with guts tell
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| You never seen a nigga this live
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| I cleaned my circle up they gotta pick sides
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| Few homies left I can count on
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| Act accordingly when you’re around ours
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| Don’t give them a shot to shoot you
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| Them niggas will pop your boo too |