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[Hook] I just can't take, this shit no more |
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I feel I'm losing my mind, but still |
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I can't let go |
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The pain inside of my chest, about to make me blow |
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So run inside of my range, and |
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I'll be forced to let go [Trae] |
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I can't take it, |
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I feel I'm losing composure |
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My attitude done got me clicking, but fuck it cause |
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I'm a soldier |
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Lately I've been on that other shit, like a mad dude |
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Stressing over my brother, living in penitentiary blues |
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Never shed both tears, but |
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I'm keeping a clip for them haters |
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With any reason opening fire, on a bitch made traitor |
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I've been falling off in my zone lately, and if one of these nigga |
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Run up on me, then |
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I'm letting em have it baby |
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And it ain't no if and maybe's, so shady with the way they living |
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If willing |
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I'm drilling, dealing with bitches that got me sinning |
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I'm trying to cope, but |
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I feel like they really wanna bring it out me |
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When how many niggas out here, say they down and |
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I know they doubt me |
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It's fucked up, but |
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I'ma pull a maneuver |
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Bobbing and weaving, and run it to you |
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Hard times, got me mentally ready to bring it to you |
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Cause I'm young black and broke, with hopes of getting paid |
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You better disperse, cause |
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I feel like |
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I wanna spray bitch [Hook] [Z-Ro] |
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You can't assassinate my character, whispering words of war |
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But I'm fed up with you son of a bitches, you've gone too far |
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Making a mockery out of my name, ain't cool |
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So I'm straight to the horse's mouth, me and my motherfucking tool |
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I love nothing and slug something, every twenty minutes |
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Fuck with me and the murder scene, just can't be prevented |
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I'm hell bound, will |
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I be punished for thinking this way |
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A problem child of reason, |
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I'm smoking and drinking today |
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Jokes of Douglas and |
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Fraiser, we the niggas who made you |
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Fuck us over, and can't nobody save you |
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I'm the truth, mark ass niggas get a loosing in they tooth |
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Get murdered in the streets, the way to get murdered in the booth |
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I'll ride for my niggas, and |
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I'll die for my niggas |
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It ain't shit to let my 45, fly for my niggas |
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Take a ride for my niggas, to the swamps and back |
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So bear a witness, to the motherfucking pumps |
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I pack bitch [Yukmouth] |
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I can't stand the pain, |
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I can't stand the rain |
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Taking penitentiary chances, moving grams of caine |
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I snatch your chain, run in your house and grab them thangs |
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Hit the block like |
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Ro and Trae, with them slabs of bang |
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Stay on the grind, twenty-fo' sev' |
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Don't make me turn this 211, to a 1-8-7 one in your head |
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Street sweeper, 2-2-3's to capitate your legs |
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Break your legs, like |
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Kujo to shake the |
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FED's I break bread with my goons, cause the streets gotta eat |
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And if it ain't no food on the streets, a dog show his teeth |
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I'm a beast, fuck a freak go to sleep with my heat |
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Creep stay on my feet, ain't no mercy for the weak |
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Fuck you geeks, |
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I'm trying to stress this dope like yeast |
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Fuck the police, |
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I go to court smoking a sweet |
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Talk shit, like 50 |
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Cent I'll put a hole in your cheek |
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I roll deep with the |
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Guerilla Maab, |
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I'm down for the beef nigga [Hook] [Trae] |
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Deep inside, |
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I see they got a nigga spitting these verses |
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I got to get, but still it seem like |
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I was blessed with the curses |
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And deep inside, |
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I know nobody give a fuck about me |
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So stay the fuck from round me, cause bitch you tend to bring it out me |
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I heard some niggas looking for me, on the other side |
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And if they come, |
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I bet they run into a homicide |
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Sending them slugs, and they won't stop until they get inside |
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Animosity in my chest, done got me spitting wide and |
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I ain't lying [Z-Ro] |
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Friends turn into foes, and foes turn into memories |
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No mask when |
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I ride, to make sure a nigga remember me |
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My name bring pain, to the soul of a busta |
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Cause it's more than a concussion, when |
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I touch a motherfucker (forever Guerilla Maab), and it's gon be for life |
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And it be retaliation, then it's gon be tonight |
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I wish a nigga would, run up and be laying it down |
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Locate his neighborhood, high ball and |
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I'm spraying it down [Hook x2] |