(This is real life shit ya see)
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(Verse 1)
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All i do is speak the truth so don't judge me by my lies
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I weigh about a buck 40 don't judge me by my size
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Our glocks is like Micheal J. Fox its family tie
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Cuz it'll make a family cry, why
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A lot of questions just ain't answered problems ain't resolved
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Like if Drag really a gang member, or just involved
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Y'all can be the boss of the bosses I'll be the cause of the causes
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i rob from the rich and give to the less fortunate
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well i buy thousand whips and in your raps i floss this shit
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I buy thousand kicks and give to the young orphanage
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When i was young i was a soft kid 'till i snapp
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and they couln't get me off a kid cuz he sold my mom's crack
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In fact, i caught a case beyond that i couldn't face my moms
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crack addiction cuz i was way beyond that but i face facts
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i got busted over the left side of my face my face back
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But i had to fix that
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(Chorus X2)
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Life Is short, time flies
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It ain't our fault, blames aside
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It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes
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It's just the way we live or die
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(Verse 2)
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My blood i had to taste that my wound i had to heal that
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In order to feel that a real life shit and still rap cuz,
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My rhymes still here so i done fried a few punks
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My mom still here but she'll die in a few months
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thats real life cancer and doctors ain't got the answer
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I hope yall fellin this cuz i ain't supposed to be tellin y'all this shit
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like i ain't supposed to be sellin yall this shit but this is real life
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like i ain't supposed to be cryin over this shit but i still mind
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shit just don't feel right but im gonna hold on till the hole in my 44 long
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im gonna hit the gym and get my swole on
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Sometimes my head gone and i dont give my pops props cuz he was dead wrong
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Pops was up
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You know what, i don't give a fuck the only thing im happy that you did
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was bust me out your nuts
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(Chorus X2)
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(Verse 3)
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But nigga this is real life it makes me clutch my glock real tight
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It makes me wanna fight but i get it off when i write
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so these last few months my moms could live right, in new clothes
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they said she might lose her sight fuck it she saw me blow
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I reminisce sometimes I pull out old 40 year olds
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it gets me stressed so i could smoke up like 40 of those
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sometimes i feel like walkin with a mean bout
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bustin till i see cops snowin till i see slot
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throw on a pair of flip flops take steps to the roof of the ledge
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till my feet stop but i need not, i got a life ahead of me
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I got a wife in back of me, at least i gotta see my seed drop
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probation got me on a detox, so when i die, bury me next to the weed crops
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so when im in heaven i can give weed to Pac and smoke trees with Big tell
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Alliyah we miss ya and Pun we have fun wit ya
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Life Is Short
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