| Lately I’ve been going through more bullshit, than a bull fighter
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| So when I sing my praises to God, one verse is like a full choir
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| My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death
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| Everyday is like a rehearsal, that’s prepping me for death
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| I think I’m ready, because this world ain’t no friend of mine
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| Only thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time
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| Y’all should of shot me, in the jimmy instead
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| But I guess they was feeling eachother, to get head in the bed
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| Here I am, first born torn between heaven and hell
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| I tell my people so no to dope, but I let it sell
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| Need to practice my preaching, calling the kettle black
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| I know I’m on pot before or not, I gotta peddle crack
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| Ain’t nobody got my back, except the laws when they on it
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| So I be going for broke, demolishing my opponents
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| Leaving no traces just blood on faces, believe that
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| HK I’mma squeeze that, you won’t even want be back
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| I got through so much, so I try to stay fucked up
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| Because, when I’m sober I can’t maintain
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| Even though I do my best, the only thing I earn is stress
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| So I, spend most of my days chilling with Mary Jane
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| I can’t focus, I’m losing my mind real fast
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| Dreaming and fiending for the day, I could make some real cash
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| Dropping album after album, platinum song after song
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| But it’s like I ain’t did nothing, cause the lights ain’t on
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| How can I win, it’s like everything I do is a motherfucking sin
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| It got a nigga, fiending to see my end
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| All of my friends are fake, they come around when I’m spending cash
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| But when I’m broke they out the do', with wheels spinning fast
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| Lonely, daily dodging the devil but he on me
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| Telling my people fuck him, cause he be working through my homies
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| Burning bridges, and I don’t give a fuck
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| Remember y’all laughing at me, when I couldn’t get a buck
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| It’s all gravy baby, I got bigger hurdles I’m trying to jump over my residence
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| And my vehicle, is something I dump over
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| And it might not be much, but it’s all I got
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| So when I paint it, promethazyne is all I pop
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| I’m on pre-trial now, and I can’t smoke no weed
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| Cause if I catch a dirty, I’m facing T-I-M-E
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| My first time ever sober, it’s fucking with my brain
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| Got a nigga with an attitude, I can’t maintain
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| If you cross me I’ll bring it to you hard, not softly
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| Living like I’m invincible, one day it’s gonna cost me
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| When it’s time to pay up, and I lay up in a grave
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| Bury me with a fifty sack, and a motherfucking 12 gauge
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| Hey, no love in my heart
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| Cause my homies was phony, straight from the motherfucking start
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| Why couldn’t I get a ride, if I ain’t have no weed, these motherfuckers
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| Ain’t my people, they gotta be strangers up a reverend breed
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| So I bless the streets with my Smith & Wesson
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| And if you beefing with me nigga, better get your weapon
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| You better pray that I’m codeine, and I’m just tripping
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| But I won’t let you add up to my problems, I will leave you tripping |