| The taxi had bullet holes in it
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| The little kids was laid out
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| Can you tell me who gon' miss 'em
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| They done knocked the whole family off
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| I had to hustle 'til my soles bleed
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| Buyin' more guns on the lowkey
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| It’s playin' out for me on Rolling Stone
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| I told the squad they gotta hold on
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| Before these fuck niggas kill me, man I gotta touch some millions
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| They screamin' fuck love, I hope my heart end up missing
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| Fell in love with pain pills, I got percs all in my system
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| Leave the drank to my nigga Future, I don’t do no sippin'
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| Some of my closest niggas start to treat me different
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| Guess I gotta watch 'em close while I still maintain my distance
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| Every night I think about who tryna murder me
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| I hope they don’t hit no artery so I make it through surgery
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| Double back and get a nigga’s whole family whacked
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| And my youngin hold a gun to the front like a fanny pack
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| Run down and clap a nigga on his front porch
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| Go inside, find his bitch, and shoot the gun more
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| (Kill that bitch too)
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| The taxi had bullet holes in it
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| The little kids was laid out
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| Can you tell me who gon' miss 'em
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| They done knocked the whole family off
|
| I had to hustle 'til my soles bleed
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| Buyin' more guns on the lowkey
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| It’s playin' out for me on Rolling Stone
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| I told the squad they gotta hold on
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| Thought we was through with all the love songs
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| You need to be there for my head space
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| Thought we was through with all the love songs
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| Hope you’ll be there until my dying day
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| I hope my bitch still hold me down
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| And hope the game plan and stay down until we come up
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| I’m on that same thing
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| Hope you around just in case a nigga do fall off
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| Or case the feds pick me up you still answer my calls dog
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| I’m going through some things, I’m fighting my emotions
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| Young nigga tryna stay focused
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| I’m tryna stay focused
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| The taxi had bullet holes in it
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| The little kids was laid out
|
| Can you tell me who gon' miss 'em
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| They done knocked the whole family off
|
| I had to hustle 'til my soles bleed
|
| Buyin' more guns on the lowkey
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| It’s playin' out for me on Rolling Stone
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| I told the squad they gotta hold on |