(feat. Max B)
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[Verse 1]
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[French Montana:]
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I see death around the corner
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Tryna survive, gettin' high in the city where the skinny niggaz die
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I see death around the corner
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And look and you can see
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A nigga gotta roll up, get ya mind free
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I see death around the corner
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Lookin' for a way out
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Better shoot first, or get laid out
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I see death around the corner, I see death around the corner
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I see death around the corner, I see death around the corner
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I see death around the corner
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All eyes on me
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With my Eastside homie, got my .9 on me
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If niggaz try to ride on me
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You know it's my time homie, ya got nuttin' for me
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Your btich is tryna own me
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Ya know I ride by my lonely, all eyes on me
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You gon' die anyway
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A real nigga pick his time to go, ya know we tell it from the soul
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If you see us then ya know all the hate keep us goin'
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It's survival of the fittest, you ain't with us, nigga die slow
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Gotta get my grind on, even though my mind gone
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Outta here, whole different timezone
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Mind on money, and hoes got me cold-hearted
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Got all the money and nuttin' to show for it
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Oh boy, when the feds take them pictures
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And niggaz steady wishin' on ya downfall
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Nigga off the wall like handball
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Stand tall, lookin' down
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Niggaz goin' to jail and comin' home with beards steady Muslim now
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[Chorus]
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[Max B:]
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I see death around the corner
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Niggaz still ain't over Green Mile
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Saving this moment before the meanwhile
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I see death around the corner
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They tryna get me while on duty
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Tryna send me in the pen with a doodie
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I see death around the
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Know how it feel when you're about to go
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Macaroni, yeah that's him on the radio
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I see death around the corner, death around the corner
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Death around the corner, death around the corner
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Death around the corner
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[Verse 2]
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[Max B:]
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We got them hammers, it'll spray, the cannons in a case
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Got a ounce of sour deez, we bouncin' through the trees
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Got them bitches wanna fuck us
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But po, they tryna lock us, but there the niggaz that's causin' all the ruckus
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Knowin' they don't love us, them niggaz is tryna be a part
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They lie, they don't wanna see us on the charts
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We gon' catch 'em in the gutta, we 100, the don blunted
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All you bitches get gun-butted
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Show no remorse when we see you, my whores is European
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Plenty ass, never holdin' them doors meet 'em, greet 'em
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Then feed 'em, hit 'em with the dick
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So many bitches and true they wanna sit and stay
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The only thing I'ma miss
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Is riding on you niggaz with a 5th of some Grand Cru while blowin' on a spliff
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Shit, but I ain't tryna grip, the boat is takin' they toll
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But I ain't tryna kid
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[Chorus]
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[Max B:]
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I see death around the corner
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Niggaz still ain't over Green Mile
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Saving this moment before the meanwhile
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I see death around the corner
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They tryna get me while on duty
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Tryna send me in the pen with a doodie
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I see death around the
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Know how it feel when you're about to go
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Macaroni, yeah that's him on the radio
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I see death around the corner, death around the corner
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Death around the corner, death around the corner
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Death around the corner
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Death Around The Corner
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| French Montana |
