Sometimes I swear this is the end
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I’ve been home almost a year and all I think about’s revenge
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And these bars you feel my pain, I turned these boys into some men
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Keep these thoughts up in my brain until they leaks out from my pain
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Convent, I try to make a mess,
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Cause there’s so many people I offend, fuck em now
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I never should have trusted em on
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Still got a wonder why my daughter had to suffer though
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Started from the bottom but this nigga still here
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Where people think that I would end up being killed here
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Them fuckers wrong my nigga, I’m tryina make it out
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From a blind date with my killer that’s tryina take me out
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For that a 1 songs they tryina steak me out
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I’m like an indian chief when he about to take a scalp
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And this ain’t just a song nigga
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You fuckin with the wrong nigga
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Sometimes I feel this is the end
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Clean my soul of all my evil, wash my hands of all my sins
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I control the root of evil, cause it’s money that we spend
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Send the message to the people, now my story must begin
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I want revenge, they say I couldn’t win
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Now I want revenge, no family and no friends
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All I want is my revenge, money and revenge
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And I’ll never stop until they tell me it’s the end
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I’m living for revenge, killin niggas like a mission from dama
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Hieroglyphics I’m cryptic like a script from osama
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White girl in the kitchen like I’m strippin Madonna
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The cop slippin, I rip him like I’m christian for donna
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Happy ending, I bend it then I slip into sauna
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Turn your blcok to a desert when I’m grippin that lama
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Those are killers that assisting your mama
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Across the street she gets murdered while I’m sippin some vodka
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Street nigga, never worry bout the industry
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I’m in the kitchen, tryina brush up for my chemistry
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Major in mathematics, serving those with bad habits
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New fiends and past addicts, even some friends of me
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But yet I’m at the crossroads, I got a low soul
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That’s why my heart cold, yeah
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Yelling out cause all these niggas can’t ignore death
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You make a movie that we lay you on the door step
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Sometimes I feel this is the end
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Clean my soul of all my evil, wash my hands of all my sins
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I control the root of evil, cause it’s money that we spend
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Send the message to the people, now my story must begin
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I want revenge, they say I couldn’t win
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Now I want revenge, no family and no friends
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All I want is my revenge, money and revenge.
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Revenge
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