Sometimes good people, they follow through hard times, this I know
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So I take from the rich and I give to the scrubs on the low
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The poverty reality I live, it's too cold
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This hunger, the anger, this hatred is just getting old
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So put the ski mask on my face now
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Hide my motherfucking face
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Load up my granddad's gun
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Run up in richie boy's beach house
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And rob the fuck outta everyone
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Rob from the rich and give to the poor
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Nothing can stop me, I'm out on the roll
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Children are crying and dying while you people laughing
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It's outta control, you know
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Body in the hole, keep that on the low
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Burning the way with the smoke
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I murder them all, I rather you eat when you broke
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Than listen to one of these jokes
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I'm telling them all this is a stick up
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Don't nobody get up, nobody get hurt
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Watching them fall, might as well give up
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'Cause I just lite up the whole fucking work
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Peace out to the wrong, hello to the right
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I'll never be stopping to fight
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So we can be living just like some kings tonight
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Scrubbing it up but you're living the life
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Sometimes good people, they follow through hard times, this I know
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So I take from the rich and I give to the scrubs on the low
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Rich boys don't expect me to roll up
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I'm too cold standing on your front porch
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They hate me, I love it, I'm so quick out the door
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With the fortune to feed my fam now, enough for everyone
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Them richies understand now, the hungry man spill blood
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When you run along with hungry, all of my family, homies
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Nobody gonna be lonely, even if you don't really know me
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Pull out the guns, put one to your dome
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Robbing you for everything that you're own
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Take what we need and leave what we don't
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But I take it all and don't think that I won't
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You know I make them run, for the life they go no more
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You know I teach my son and daughter how I roll
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If I'mma stick with what you got, you know you don't deserve it
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Don't give a fuck, you called the cops 'cause I know nobody's perfect
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Sometimes good people, they follow through hard times, this I know
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So I take from the rich and I give to the scrubs on the low
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Nobody move, nobody get hurt
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Sometimes good people, they follow through hard times, this I know
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So I take from the rich and I give to the scrubs on the low
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Nobody Get Hurt
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| AMB |
