| Gun powder soaked in my veins, from that day we kicked that door
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| I left his brain in the streets, but only God and my brothers know
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| I apologized to Jai for putting dick in these other hoes
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| They made a lot up out my name for 10,000 dollars and a line of coke
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| I say up my prayers up to Allah, but it seem like shit won’t change
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| Living life like it ain’t no tomorrow, I’m married to the game
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| Pablo so cold, hoping that car bullets ain’t got no name
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| I’ma fill up his trucks with hollows, since he think it’s a game
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| Got so much hatred in my heart, I can’t respect myself
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| I kept it real from the start to neglect myself, I can’t express myself
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| Before I let that boy play, I’m gon' select myself
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| Got so much hatred in my heart, I can’t respect myself
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| I kept it real from the start to neglect myself, I can’t express myself
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| Before I let that boy play, I’m gon' select myself
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| Deeply in love with a bitch, I feel like only with me for the fame
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| I lost my cousin to this shit, plus they got Leeky locked up in them chains
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| Metro police pulled me over, trynna see what color flag I bang
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| Last time I checked, we tote them Tecs, I let that blicky bang (Bop, bop)
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| It’s up with me, that’s all the time, know I got murder on my mind
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| He cross that line, I bust that iron
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| My feelings lost, it’s hard to find
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| They call my phone, I press decline
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| Fast forward my life, then press rewind
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| Look at the clock, it never change
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| I might just go before my time
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| She sniffing coke, while her brother cooking dope in the kitchen
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| Send a couple of shots at that two-door coupe that ain’t got no ceiling
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| He tried to make him a killing cause all they know is killing
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| I left my heart in the trenches, I really need a healing
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| They know I’m bound to get that check for sure
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| I’m balling, you can check the score
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| I’m not saying I know it all, but I came here just to let you know
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| The Devil wear Prada, so I refuse to have respect for hoes
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| 3,5, roll my cigar up, tell the opps that we want all the smoke
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| It’s up with me, that’s all the time
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| Bitch, I got murder on my mind
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| He cross that line, I bust that iron
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| They call my phone, I press decline
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| Fast forward my life, then press rewind
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| Look at the clock, it never change
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| They draw the chalk, when it’s a crime
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| I might just go before my time
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| Haha man, I felt like my brother on that one, man
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| Kind of feeling like 'I'm drawing symbols in the sand', too
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| Blrr, bop bop, fuck nigga
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| Yeah man, but guess what though?
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| You know it’s 4KTrey nigga, nobody safe nigga
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| From BR to where I stay, nigga |