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As I stand here in this fuckin mirror
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Pistol in my hand, it¡¯s nothing but bloody stairs
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Cold glasses, watchin up in the stairs
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They watchin from a corner, cop top the blocks on er
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I tried to make paper, was making the block warmer
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Aroma of getting cake and chasing cash tag laser like
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I got a stripper that¡¯s workin for good dollars
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I predict myself waitin a life for some good father
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Conflicts of a nigga so I feel it
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Shit I ever wrote, I bet this probably be the realest
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And this population full of how we poppin armadillos
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It¡¯s only getting realer but these niggas never broke up
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Back in my days we sold drugs and never took em
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But look what it¡¯s coming into, I¡¯m livin in a war
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And got pussy up on my mental,
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Niggas murdered my cousin in front of my grandmother
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You the one that had ven to
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My rappers got the nerve to make you kill, it¡¯s uneventful
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Fuckin murderer, rappers find you and murder you
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That could change me to the same word that I heard you up
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But I don¡¯t care about the cycle though
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I¡¯m bout to lift em in the air like you¡¯re Michael yo
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A pair of Jordans, black clothing, the air forces
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Walked up leanin something like I pad noxious
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Fuck the clutch and grab the Nina and that new tutu
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Pulled it out from under the sweater and tu tu tuf
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Young ringin gun singing like
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Young ringin gun singing like
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(Verse)
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Still in shock, never ran up off the block
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Til I felt the shot nearly ring across my top
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100 meter dash was the way I start to drop
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Thinkin at my thoughts like damn, man I shot
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Another nigga, could¡¯ve been some niggas¡¯ pops
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Or bove a nigga, hustle figure, help a nigga¡¯s guap more
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Wasted out was niggas, been addicted to this pies
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Instead of getting guap, niggas got evicted from the spot
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Could¡¯ve picked the lock, should¡¯ve been a nigga but I¡¯m not
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That ignorant just figured that this flickering will stop
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Liquor run this shot, gotta get my mind off that
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Back on guard, my mind on track
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Living a life of selling drugs to niggas getting signed off rap
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Wasn¡¯t in my plans, neither ones this gun up in my hand
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But you know how niggas get, not knowin why niggas weird
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And niggas is old and stupid, always doing hot nigga shit like
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Fuck em, can¡¯t without em I duck em
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I Figured that if them niggas is wit you there ain¡¯t no trust in you
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You love em from a distance, doing thug don¡¯t go with niggas
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Cuz that could be your greater reason why you¡¯re here in prison
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See first 48 I seen the closest niggas snitching
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And since then I ain¡¯t been provoking niggas when they see
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I rather can and deal yo man the handle on my business then
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Dip into the light like I was damn near fishin, yea
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G.A.N.G. !@#$%
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| Tory Lanez |
