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I'm trapped in the mind state gettin fly like magic rugs |
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Doin and sellin drugs and praisin the thugs |
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I was programmed this way so it ain't my fault |
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Too late to turn back I might change an assault |
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A whole lot to get into with little to do |
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Hit girls right the first time so it's deja vu |
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Payed the price my whole life, my attitude's a reciept |
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Easily learnin life's ill's that are so hard to teach |
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When I was crazy young I had ton's of fun |
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Nowadays life's a bitch or a son of one |
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Maybe to get this money I just really don't have the knack |
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Maybe I'm on borrowed time that I can't pay back |
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Or maybe I'm caught up in some Elm Street Dream |
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And to get the hell out I must wake up by any means |
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But how can a war be one, if no one had a fort |
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Drinkin flamable solution, returnin to this thought |
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[Chorus:] |
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No matter how loud I pray, God don't hear a sound |
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That's why I put my joint to the sky, let off a round |
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Cause can't no other man |
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Feel this black man's but another |
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With no dough, goin insane |
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[repeat] |
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[Verse 2: Prime] |
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Everyman has two lives, so there's two stories |
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But both of mine are inbetween right and wrong like purgatory |
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I express a lot of heart when I write |
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About these stressful days and these nights cold like ice |
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It's just like bad dice, you press your luck and you roll |
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With efforts to make cash and now you in a deeper hole |
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Oh no you wake up |
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Cops all around and now you in some hand cuffs |
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You need some bail money but your fam wanna front |
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You think to yourself where your plan slipped up |
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That's when your girl says she missed the time of the month |
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That's when you feel funny and strange in your gut |
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It's just that shit |
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That makes a nigga grab the clip |
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And just all out flip |
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My rap flows real |
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Fuck flavor, I kick real life in your ear |
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I'm god sent |
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Drinkin strong Brandy just stayin bent |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3: Prime] |
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Sometimes I want it all, but I know it can't happen |
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So I buy pens to support this rap habit |
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You silly rabbit, see tricks are for kids |
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I'm not tryin to do bids and get fish like squids |
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I'm on some power moves, against the powers that be |
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I'm in another realm, against the powers that be |
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Can you dig it? |
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If you do grab that shit, twist that shit and swig it |
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And taste the truth |
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And feel the proof |
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That's comin live through your speaker |
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My thoughts are deeper, on the last page like a beeper |
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Life is like an erection and some ass |
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It feels real good, but it don't last |
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So take a bowl and pass, cause gettin by ain't a game |
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In these last babylonian days |
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Drinkin flamable solution with a painful thought |
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Drinkin flamable solution with this thought |
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[Chorus] |
