| Lost friends and gained some enemies
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| Now Im faced with all these remember mes
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| Hating been a disease
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| Niggas done been affected
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| I’ve been kicked out the White House and reelected
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| I’ve been right here with the light outs
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| Still
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| Well connected
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| Soon they plug me up
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| I’m shinning
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| Niggas Gon respect it
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| Say you trapping
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| And you lying
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| Niggas Gon detect it
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| I here you rhyming
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| I’m just tryna find the message
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| My mind rewinds to Crippy on my FaceTime
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| Just tryna get me to conversate
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| With 69
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| Just before the nigga signed on the dotted line
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| It got my cousin 5 years so listen here
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| It’s your decision when you make it you live with it
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| When the killas come knocking at your door
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| Deal with it
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| Every low
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| Every blood that’s in the streets that’s still in it
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| Everybody that really live it
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| And didn’t steal with it
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| Every trap
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| Every nigga that’s strapped
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| And still with it
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| Everybody ain’t built for this shit
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| Let’s just admit it
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| Better know know what you signed up for
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| You better know what you signed up for
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| Prices changed over night
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| Borders shut down
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| And niggas can get no flight
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| Coming short now
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| And niggas can’t get no white
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| Only thang around is Brown
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| Niggas look like they up now
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| But down
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| Tryna walk on water but drown
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| Texts from my daughter
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| She want a new Bear
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| I told her let me finish up tying up
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| These loose ends
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| I know now and I knew then
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| Ain’t no room for no new friends
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| My patients too thin
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| So you strapped on IG
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| Now is the new trend
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| Im just saying young nigga
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| Watch what you doing
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| It’s your decision when you make it you live with it
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| When the killas come knocking at your door
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| Deal with it
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| Every low
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| Every blood that’s in the streets that’s still in it
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| Everybody that really live it
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| And didn’t steal with it
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| Every trap
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| Every nigga that’s strapped
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| And still with it
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| Everybody ain’t built for this shit
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| Let’s just admit it
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| Better know know what you signed up for
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| You better know what you signed up for
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| Buried his brother
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| His mother blames him
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| His lil brother a pack
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| And he changed him
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| Seen their daddy get whacked
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| And that changed them
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| Kept the killer
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| And the white man hanged him
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| Gave him life
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| Now his life now caged in
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| In the cell with the same nigga that raised him
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| He’ll appeal but the judge made him stay in
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| This was real on his
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| First day in
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| Offered a deal but uh
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| It didn’t phase him
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| Made money
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| But the money never made him
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| Prayed for him
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| But nobody never saved him
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| He on my phone now and he keep saying
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| It’s your decision when you make it you live with it
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| When the killas come knocking at your door
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| Deal with it
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| Every low
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| Every blood that’s in the streets that’s still in it
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| Everybody that really live it
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| And didn’t steal with it
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| Every trap
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| Every nigga that’s strapped
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| And still with it
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| Everybody ain’t built for this shit
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| Let’s just admit it
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| Better know know what you signed up for
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| You better know what you signed up for |