(Intro)
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True story
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(Verse)
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One in the hole, 15 in the clip
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Under the bed dust, where do live, the monster
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I was scared of the shit, I was shook
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I ain’t scared to admit, this is me before I had any kids
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A dumb prick who was selling the sniff
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A skinny kid who thought he was big
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Literally man thought he was big
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Maybe I was just too into it
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18, just doin this thing
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The same thing will have me equipped
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Save me when the flashin escape, quit stashin our gate
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In the palm of my fist you will seize to exist
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The bang after the click, you will surely be missed
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Through your heart you’ll be here, we’ll be lucky to live
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From the sky to the pit, it’s all choice you can pick
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Pick between heaven and hell
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I’d rather swallow my pride than be dead or in jail
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(Hook)
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So when the beef was beek you were under my bed
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Yea, you were under my bed
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When I went for my stash you were under my bed
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Yea, under my bed
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If you try to test me, I went under my bed
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Yea, under my bed
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But I’m glad I left the monster under my bed
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Yea, under my bed
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(Verse)
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The only reason you are here is just to protect
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It ain’t love, it is fear what got you respect
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To trigger a death, one pop and you’re dead
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Though hittin your spine with no use in your legs
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You were designed for gangs making a pledge
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Seek and you find with mans packing the stens
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It wasn’t mine, I held it for a friend
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So he’s doing time like for the rest of his life
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All for the pride or for someone running the leaps
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And it was a knife but mine’s bigger than this
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Been known to survive, then get rid of this shit
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‘Cause it wasn’t right, doing this criminal shit
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But I’mma provide, ‘cause I’mma soon have a kid
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Man I wouldn’t lie ‘cause I was too good with it
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But it ain’t a crime if you ain’t caught with the shit
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But someone will die if I feel a drawing toward it
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(Hook)
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So when the beef was beek you were under my bed
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Yea, you were under my bed
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When I went for my stash you were under my bed
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Yea, under my bed
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If you try to test me, I went under my bed
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Yea, under my bed
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But I’m glad I left the monster under my bed
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Yea, under my bed
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(Verse)
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Yo I can’t keep you see, you gotta leave
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And I gotta be true ‘cause I got a seed
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And I got a E2, shall I cock it and squeeze?
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There gotta be another way for me earning peas
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Look I ain’t jigga man but my doubt is reasonable
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Would’ve skang you to cash this visable?
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It’s achievable, unbelievable
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I don’t need a gun to fun defeat ma you
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Yea, the time has come for truce
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Don’t hate, ‘cause I didn’t decide to shoot
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Thank God thy aim and right and you
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In fact my lord I am taking life from you
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Hah, it’s survival dude
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To the youth it’s the one survival tool
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Better move ‘cause I ain’t reminding you
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You could die for your pride of valuables
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(Hook)
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The beef was beek you were under my bed
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Yea, you were under my bed
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When I went for my stash you were under my bed
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Yea, under my bed
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If you try to test me, I went under my bed
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Yea, under my bed
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But I’m glad I left the monster under my bed
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Yea, under my bed...
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The Monster Under The Bed
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| Micall Parknsun |
