[Fam]
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Every day I say I'm stressed out
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But I won't pull my hair out
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Or wear out my self
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It's very, very bad for my health
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Get it together, brotha Fam
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Brotha man, cause I can
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Take a toll on, you understand
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We are the world, we make up all the surroundings
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I'm roundin
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Holdin my port down underground in
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This hell hole
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You never know which way to go
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Get caught up in the game
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Or even trapped behind the do'
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Po po, I saw one clip today
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It was slow, cold Gz was around the way
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I had to go, hibernate, create a different mind state
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And wait till it was my turn get the first break
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Chorus-X2
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Life of a bastard, it no easy
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Ja rasta know it no easy
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[Chap]
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I got locked up, the end of last summer, put me on probation
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I had to hustle, cause I was under nuff frustration
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I had no cash, wasn't goin out diggin in trash
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So I got some weed, bagged it up, called my staff
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I broke the rule, hold it, sold in the school
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And if in form, word is bond, I use my tool
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From Ill Town, so it's natural I'm being real sick
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Big up to [Name], gun salute off mi loose lip
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How could I be positive
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When all I grew around was negative
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The dirty lights of four, is what I live
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A certain point in my life I never knew where to turn
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My concern was more ganja must get burned
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A young lad, never had the Dad to play, I went astray
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Runnin from the cops duckin stray shots around my way
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Chorus-X2
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[Diesel]
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You playin chicken rhymes
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You kickin on a dead head-on collision
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Syllables slicin your styles like surgical incisions
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Envision somehow, someway you be better than me
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You couldn't fuck around, you nut, I'm a ecstasy
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Forgotten just as fast as you came with no name
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Rottin ain't the same, servin more niggaz than caine
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My brain'll slain careers of future MCs, wannabe's
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Rappin like Gz, I make your fuckin heart freeze
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Str8 out the land of the Ill
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Swear to Jersey, I kill
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Anyone duplicatin my skills for real
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That's on the High, tell you no lie
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My mental's too aggresive for your ways to defy
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Every day I'm gettin lifted, sobriety win
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I got swingin serpentine in a fedral pen
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Ooh, let me cool down before I overheat
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Representin Double I from the Ill Town streets
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[Treach]
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Life of a black bastard, boy from a baby
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Robbed of a father figure cause Daddy was crazy shady
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My mama had to be hurt, but she ain't showin
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She was raisin two little boys
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and ain't want neither to know, or to blow it
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Now the loner hates the night aroma
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Leanin more towards the youth house and less towards a diploma
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A street roamer, damn near knockin niggaz in comas
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No daddy to reach, so the streets teach from the corners
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A goner, now the Fed's, so the family splits
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Sellin out on Rally Park soon after the star taff was hit
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I went past the point, they found me, had a bounty
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So the life of a bastard starts a new life from the county
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Life of a Bastard
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| Rottin Razkals |
