Security yeah yeah
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Security
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[Bridge]
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Lemme tell y'all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
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And that's the very same reason he ain't here with me no mo'
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[Verse 1]
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He marched around the corna' like a soldier
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But not to get no on-the-mic exposure
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To question me, I guess he checkin' me
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I'm feelin like I'm lookin' at my own self in the face
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As deaths destiny awaits
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Us both wearin' vests's, us both stressed from the same pressures
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Us both fuckin' trainwreck wreckless
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Guns whip out, he had a .9, I had a .40
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I remember a point in time he had mine, I had his shorty
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And I could cry tellin' this story
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If you can visualize a downtown crowded street
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Somebody was eatin' a¢æ?n saw P pull out his piece
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And decided to reach
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[Chorus]
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(Security yeah yeah)
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Police rolled up on like a¢æ?POLICE FREEZE!'
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(Security yeah yeah)
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Cuffed us up like nothin'
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(Security yeah yeah)
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Asked us what we got guns for, we told a¢æ?em it's for
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(Security yeah yeah)
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(Proof this one's for you! I love you doody)
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[Bridge]
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Lemme tell y'all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
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And that's the very same reason he ain't here with me no mo'
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[Verse 2]
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He marched up out his house like a soldier, decided to titty-bar it
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A lot of alcohol consumption and drug use, while out with the city's hardest
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Niggas, foldin' money up with black face, flickin' photos
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The only thing he was missin' was my nigga dolo
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He decided to leave them and go to an after-hour
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After the 4-hour,
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He act crazier than Scarface after snortin' powder
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He get into it with this dude, point his piece at him
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They say he shot him, problem is, I don't believe that
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And on the real I, only know shots flew
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And when the smoke cleared they say he got killed by
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(Security yeah yeah)
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Shot my nigga like that, that
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(Security yeah yeah)
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Probably shoulda watched his back
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(Security yeah yeah)
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It's fucked up, right?
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(Security yeah yeah)
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(Proof this one's for you! I love you dude)
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[Bridge]
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Lemme tell y'all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
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And that's the very same reason he ain't here with me no mo'
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[Verse 3]
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I know y'all seen Beef III
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And it probably made you think that I ain't like Shady
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The truth is, I was at Proofs funeral, cryin' like a baby
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I was sittin' in the back row
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With Vicious, wishin' I can go up to Marshall,
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Denaun, Swifty, Obie, Bizarre, Paul, Levaughn
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And say somethin' positive
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After all the negative shit that we been through
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Thinkin' we'd talk one day if it was meant to
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Reservations 'bout walkin' up there a¢æ?n gettin' in the way
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It's probably better off to just pray
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Thinkin' my niggas are dyin'
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It was my first time at an over 1000 people funeral with
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(Security yeah yeah) R.I.P.
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(Security yeah yeah) We love you, P
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(Security yeah yeah) R.I.P.
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(Security yeah yeah)
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(Proof this one's for you! I love you dude)
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[Bridge]
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Lemme tell y'all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
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And that's the very same reason he ain't here with me no mo'
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Security
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| Royce Da 5'9'' |
