*featuring Denim
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[Intro: Young Chris]
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Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huh
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Uh, Young Gunnas, Chris and Neef
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It's real shit
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North of Death, home of Philly
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Uh, chea uh
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[Verse 1: Young Chris]
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Lights is gettin' dimmer
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Nights gettin' colder
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Lost three of my soldiers
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Life feel like it's over
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Unloadin' there's somethin' in my way
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They'll never take me alive
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I got somethin' on the way
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I'ma survive I'ma try to do straight
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Try to make it alive, be around for that due date
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But it's hard, niggaz hatin' em hard
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That loss hurt to the heart
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But still they say it's they fault, we blame y'all
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Nigga how, nigga please
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It's still on baby
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Tell them niggaz had they still off safety
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What about them other fake dudes that he grew up wit
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Elementary middle school up wit
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Man them niggaz was there ain't move yet
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I'm startin' to think they had somethin' to do wit it
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I used to think them niggaz was scared
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It's lookin' a little shaky now
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Niggaz happy his little brother's laughin', his mother hate me now
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[Chorus: Denim]
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Even though it hurts some days
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This is the game we chose to play
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Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay
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Now a bullet ain't got no aim
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And y'all know bullets ain't got no name
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But this is the life we chose
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And it will never change
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[Verse 2: Neef]
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Everyday we reminisce about that three day trip
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Same night that we left, got a call you hit
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Thought you was still wit us, aimed at me that he flipped
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Got a call from my peaches found out where you was hit
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Three hit himself who missed him and you just a couple inches
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You don't know how much you miss him, bullshittin' in the kitchen
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Ninety percent fist fights leadin' to them slammers
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But lil' Drake ain't understand until one of them niggaz vanish
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This rap shit is crazy but believe me I'ma try
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Whether happened or not homie I got lil' five
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And with the real ones I'ma slice my pies
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As you would of wanted, man I'm so sick to my stomach
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That you ain't around enjoyin' the fruits of our labors
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Shit's about to get major, and these niggaz really hate us
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Around for nothin' givin' me teeth and palms
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Man I don't pay 'em no mind, just try to focus and rhyme ya know
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Young Chris]
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Aunt Peaches that's where you can reach us
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Cook out every other til' they took a nigga brother
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Love ya like a brother so I try to take ya brother
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And he be on some other shit, I be tryin' to tell 'em man
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I seen how you feel
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He had intentions on killin' my big brother
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Just to let me see how he feel
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Tellin' me his life over fuckin' cops
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They know they after, run before they catch him he got people to kill
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That boy crazy, he got people for real
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He gone wind up layin' somewhere peaceful for real
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Like he the only one goin' through the pain
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Like his mom and Aunt Peaches ain't goin' through the same
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Cool one minute, then he goin' through a change
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I don't need that around, keep the heaters around
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Just like the rest of the niggaz that I leave in the town
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So I separate myself, I look better wit myself
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Life We Chose
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Young Gunz |