Where we go from here if I leave the block
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A little money fine but I need a lot
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Take a preachers route but don't lie to people
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I ain't never seen anything in the sky
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Clean in the ride what I mean and I'm fly
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With a bitch super mean, bumper leaned to the side
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I was thinking about any means I could try
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I believe in a high
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Being logical gave me a reason to doubt
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Scheme for the things I was dreaming
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In a magazine article reading about
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Face card, I ain't got to pay for drugs
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It come free with the artificial love
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Could I just do me? Let me be me
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I ain't arguing for much
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I'm with this bitch and I feel free
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She don't demand of me for much
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My sex dropping at an all-time low
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Can barely get it up
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Tryna keep another motherfucker happy
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Swear I'm giving up
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Drug usage is increasing since the last time
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I'll go around and I'll be back just like the last time
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Racks on me, stacks on me
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Travel hard, one nation under God
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In the car alone praying to the stars
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Engine roaring, making jobs for noise
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Praise be to the Lord, come this far and all
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Cocaine, foreign car, look who taking off
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Throwing money at my nigga's younger sister
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Really wishing he was wish us, but
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Look who taking off
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Preparing for you to keep, Lord, I'm fixing to leave
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So I guess I'm taking off
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Good heart and if you think wrong how could you be right?
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Four niggas fucking the same bitch
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She pop up pregnant, this can't be life
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Get rid of the bitch before I get rid of you, bitch
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Sick of you, bitch, no hands on you
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Rubber bands on you, I ain't talking like a stripper
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Pay the due to send razor bullets, spray the k and make it flip you
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Only reason I ain't kill you mother is straight up her daughter
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And she cheats every day on your daddy and try to give orders
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Then they try to extort a gangster
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I'm someone important, don't step in my office
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I ain't bout no talking, be sipping my coffee
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While bullets be sparking without any caution
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I watch him, I cross him, who be as awesome?
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Catch up if I lost you or else I'll take off
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My grandpa a gangsta, he died and went off
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Don't interrupt me while I am recording
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Shit so depressing I wish I could pause it
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Misunderstanding put that in my coffin
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Make to the margin, re-up and get off it
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Labeled an orphan, made on my own
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I got the honky, I am retarded
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No one to aim for, no one to call it
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Yeah
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It's like sometimes when I sit by myself
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I honestly can say everybody can't relate
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That's why I talk to my angel
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I'm in the dark looking for a peace of mind
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I need guidance, Father, can't see the signs
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Like nothing real, the word redefined
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Knowing the game is different, streets redesigned
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Still thuggin' but don't wanna catch a piece of time
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Knowing that love might get you when it's looking for shine
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So many young niggas lost, they vision is blind
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Now I'm sick as fuck got pain beating me down
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Swear a nigga sick of losing where the fuck is the wind at
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I gotta fight harder where the fuck is my wind at
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Looking at the road, damn, where the fuck is the end at
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All I know is be the truth, swear nobody will bend that
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All I know is loyalty, I don't know how to pretend that
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You did a nigga dirty, how the fuck I'mma mend that
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You said you was alone so I stepped to the plate
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When shit got hard for me ain't no help get sent back
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Bet everything that go up come down
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Word to everyone one of my niggas that was gunned down
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At night I talk to God, ain't get back one sound
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It's hard to see light coming out when the sun down
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Running, I don't even know where I'm headed
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I did it all for the streets, all I got was the credit
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If I can go back I'll tell my nigga to edit
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Until I'm running out of time, get the clock then set it
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Sluts lusting hoping they might trap shit
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All 'cause I rap but now I hate this rap shit
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Laws coming, ain't no time to react shit
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Judge wanna convict me, I ain't even much clap shit
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Born sinner 'cause I was looking for dinner
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Trying to feed my kids, tell 'em daddy a soldier
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Lord knows I need 'em, kinda hard to function
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Getting sick of the devil, that bitch riding my shoulder
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