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Looking out my window from my mind's blown hotel room |
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I remember that cold, cold rainy night |
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Looking out my window[Royce Da 5'9"] |
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Feeling all alone on the run |
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I'm still holding onto my gun |
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Body on it from the previous evening |
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I found out |
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I'm wanted |
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Nigga's snitching is what the media screaming |
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I turn the channel on the |
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TV, the first 48 on |
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Man, it ain't a loyal nigga on this |
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TV nowhere |
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I cut the power off, disgusted |
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I'm contemplating taking a shower to take all the gunpowder off |
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But what if they bust in, busting |
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The nigga at the front desk act like he don't recognize me but shit |
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There's a reward for me, that nigga there hustling |
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I can't trust him |
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I got to keep my eye on that window |
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Thinking about my kin folk, wife and babies |
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I can't talk to them, life is crazy |
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Whoever thought it would come to this over rap nonsense |
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Rap from the comfort of being attacked by my conscience[Chorus][Royce Da 5'9"] |
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I think I'm a write a letter to my children |
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In case I don't make it |
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I'm up against time but |
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I won't face it |
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I'm thinking about my life what it is now |
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And how one slug can change what it once was |
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I'm accepting the fact that |
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I did that |
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I just want my wife back, |
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I just want my kids back |
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I just want my niggas that don't snitch back |
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Cuz real niggas know real niggas ain't with that |
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But what's the use of me being real, |
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I'm fucked now |
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I'm seeing sirens out the window thinking what now |
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Damn, am I to do? |
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Cuz now that shit hit the fan |
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I suddenly ran out of crew |
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But fuck it, |
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I'm in the shit, |
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I'm a end the shit |
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No way for me to benefit though |
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I'm innocent |
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I hear a knock on the door like let's finish this[Police storm room][Royce Da 5'9" talking] |
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This life is about honor, respect but more importantly this life is about choices |
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You make them and whether they turn out to be good onesor bad ones you live with them. |
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You die with them |
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Let's go back to how it all started |