| Why would you lie to my face?
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| Your bullshit it drives me insane
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| Talk all that shit, you get bagged
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| Sure I’m so sick of this crap
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| I’ll run up on you with the gang
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| You ain’t got nowhere to stand
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| To break you is part of the plan
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| They hate when i’m telling them facts (aye)
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| Think that I’ve been here before (aye)
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| I’m 'bout to kick in the door (aye)
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| Sip on the gin some more (aye)
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| I’m turning life to a corpse (aye)
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| Hide that shit under the floor (aye)
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| See they’ve been crawling then fall (aye)
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| Writing with the blood on the walls (aye)
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| I’m fucking your bitch she want more (yeah!)
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| I sit here alone i don’t need nobody now, yeah
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| Wrap your arms around me, suffocate me 'till I drown, yeah
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| Everywhere is numb now
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| My whole body’s shutting down, yeah
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| Thinking of this pain
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| Got me feeling fucking down, yeah!
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| I’m not a novice, I’m self-made
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| Evil’s picking up all my mistakes
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| Run around 'till I escape
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| Drop tapes like a drop-top
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| Windows down, get a hotbox
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| Lot stronger than death trap
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| Sit down and I pow, pow
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| I run and I hide from my nightmares
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| I put knives in your eyes, I don’t fight fair
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| They see me with a tainted soul and tell me sign there
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| I can’t let you niggas know the shit in my brain
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| Why would you lie to my face?
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| Your bullshit it drives me insane
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| Talk all that shit, you get bagged
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| Sure I’m so sick of this crap
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| I’ll run up on you with the gang
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| You ain’t got nowhere to stand
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| To break you is part of the plan
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| They hate when I’m telling them facts (aye)
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| Think that I’ve been here before (aye)
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| I’m 'bout to kick in the door (aye)
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| Sip on the gin some more (aye)
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| I’ll turn a life to a corpse (aye)
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| Hide that shit under the floor (aye)
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| See they’ve been crawling then fall (aye)
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| Writing the blood on the walls (aye)
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| I’m fucking your bitch she want more (yeah!) |