| Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
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| Ain’t no wrong or rights, I can’t tell you how it was
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| But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
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| Don’t nobody understand when your hand out
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| Feel the breeze, nowhere to sleep or to run and hide
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| Unthoughtful game, they don’t see the pain when lookin' in your eyes
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| I’m a bloody man, I don’t feel shame for all them niggas dyin'
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| Holdin' on to my name with nothin' to claim, when through the night, I’m cryin'
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| These bitches lyin', let’s face the fact
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| Them bullets flyin', let’s talk 'bout that
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| Couldn’t grab my strap, BaBa shot back
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| I feel the pain of the innocent
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| When I did my time, I ain’t feel nothin'
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| It was for that man who was heaven-sent
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| For that child who was grazed, she wasn’t supposed to deal with this shit
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| I’m with the shit, point that Draco at your head (Bitch, what up?)
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| But it don’t mean nothin' when them white folks talkin' 'bout bread
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| Lost in your thoughts, without your fam, nowhere to stay
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| Grew in that North, learned that’s one place where not to play at
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| Cop cars come and take your child away
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| Puttin' guns to the face, so ain’t nobody safe
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| Scream 4KTrey, I wonder if I’m who the change is
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| Can’t find forgiveness since the day heaven gates where my mans went
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| Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
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| Ain’t no wrong or rights, I can’t tell you how it was
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| But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
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| Don’t nobody understand when your hand out
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| I wonder why wanna see me cry
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| You fuckin' with the other side, probably wanna see me die
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| We ain’t stop until we get 'em, thug, we bustin' at the ride
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| Fuck how far these people bring me down, my head stay to the sky
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| I’m a slime
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| What’s the order? |
| I ain’t do nothin' wrong, this what I’m taught
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| They been fuckin' up the culture, tryna tell a nigga it’s law (It's not)
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| My lil' nigga, he a vulture, he don’t know his mom or pa (Nah)
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| He don’t even know what’s important, he just gon' knock your head off
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| But I’m wrong for bein' safe in this home of the land
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| And I stand for 3 and K, not once, not never, we ran
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| I been bringin' food to the plate for either the fam or my fans
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| Real niggas gon' know you hurtin', you ain’t gotta hold out your hand
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| Hold your head, we will never fall
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| As long as we stand, they’ll never call
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| Or ask a nigga how they been or how they feelin' through the day
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| They’ll be havin' greed or envy 'bout the money you done made
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| But I want all you bitches to
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| Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
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| Ain’t no wrong or rights, I can’t tell you how it was
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| But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
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| Don’t nobody understand when your hand out
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| Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
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| Ain’t no wrong or rights, I can’t tell you how it was
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| But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
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| Don’t nobody understand when your hand out |