(Verse)
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Waking up in a cold sweat, thinkin about my bro¡¯s death
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I¡¯m so stressed, I¡¯m tryna do right but always go left
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Supposed death was callin for me
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Lurkin around blocks and corners for me
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Pain before the glory
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I can tell this sort of story, nigga I came from it
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I got my name from it, I ain¡¯t ashamed of it
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Livin on these hard streets so you know how my heart beats
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The scars deep, I lost sleep, having dreams that I squashed beef
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From far east, from livin well
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It broke my mother¡¯s heart ? I had to sit in jail
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Prayin that I get some mail, waitin for my ship to sail
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I found out niggas pray for yo shit to fail
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That¡¯s why you quick to tell
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Me, I¡¯m on a different scale
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If you blind then you put your fingertips to braille
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Hammers hit the nails, nails close the coffin on em
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Man I tripped and fell, clientele¡¯s coughin on em
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That¡¯s the ghetto nigga
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(Hook)
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I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
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But I¡¯m steady seein bodies with the motherfuckin choker on it
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And since my life is based on sinning I¡¯m hell bound
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And all of this to me is a mystery
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I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
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But I¡¯m steady seein bodies with the motherfuckin choker on it
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(Rest In Peace, Rest In Peace)
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(Verse)
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Waking up out a bad dream, hearing bullets and mad screams
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Kids cryin, they can¡¯t help but watchin they dad lean
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Bullets in his stomach, he¡¯s putting pressure, the wound¡¯s bad
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So the nigga runnin these on a stretcher, it¡¯s too fast
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Who¡¯d he have to punish to get him next on that newsflash
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Yesterday I¡¯ve seen two fiends go in that dude¡¯s stash
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Just another day, that¡¯s what my mother say
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You know that gun will spray on that day the opposite crews clash
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On the jack with my people, see had a small beef
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Was caught asleep, he got robbed by them niggas across street
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And now he walk the shotty and trench coat
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I used to see him servin them fiends on a bench dope
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Now he step into a new arena
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When niggas will smoke you out of your new Adidas
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If you¡¯re not his true believer
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Me ? I keep a crew of leaders
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Infrared beam on the newest heaters
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Don¡¯t be foolish either
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(Hook)
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I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
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But I¡¯m steady seein bodies with the motherfuckin choker on it
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And since my life is based on sinning I¡¯m hell bound
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And all of this to me is a mystery
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I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
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But I¡¯m steady seein bodies with the motherfuckin choker on it
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(Rest In Peace, Rest In Peace)
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(Verse)
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Niggas sufferin deadly
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Really, the streets is a circus, brought em in Bentleys
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Shootin out like it¡¯s really
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Duckin behind that Volkswagen
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These slow niggas, they bodybag em and toetag em
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You won¡¯t find them
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All my niggas approach fashion
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Durag, black raiders how they both imagine
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Keep your dough stackin, jersey, Beau Jackson, no slackin
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You want me dead? It won¡¯t happen
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So don¡¯t ask em, yea
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I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
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But I¡¯m steady seein bodies with the motherfuckin choker on it
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And since my life is based on sinning I¡¯m hell bound
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Life of Sin
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| Ransom & Statik Selektah |
