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Sometimes I write a record about something that's not necessarily something I went through, but something that I had watched my people go through. And it usually goes something like this here:
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[Verse 1:]
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Stepped out the back of a black escalade
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with a triple black suit on,
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some thousand dollar shoes on
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Black shades, cuz we burying a goodfella
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My wife stepped out, my man popped an umbrella
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Holding back tears while I sign the fucking book
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Walking toward the casket, but I don't wanna look
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Had to see it for myself, I looked up and there he laid
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I wasn't overcome with sadness, I was filled full of rage
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I thought about the time we'd been riding together
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and how long it had been, seemed like forever
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Leaned down to him, told him "Fuck You"
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And just to think, you were someone that I looked up to
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Guess now I know it, really is true
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You love them pills more than me
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Like I said, "Fuck You"
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Stood up I was so mad, I could've flipped the fuckin' casket over
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Trying to accept that that part of my life was over
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Kissed his momma on the forehead, looked into his toddler's eyes
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too young to understand the fact that his father died
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He was eating them, shit, needles made him cringe
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But the way my man went out, fuck, it might as well've been:
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[Chorus:]
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A flame, and a needle, and a silver spoon
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My man took off and got high as the moon
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Looking down at the clouds and he never came down
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Til we put him in the ground, til we put him in the ground
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[Verse 2:]
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That man got a Ph.D, a medical degree
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And the son of a bitch ain't no better than me
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He'll kill ya kids quicker than I will
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Infecting the streets with them (Pain Pills)
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So many O.D. off of them O.Z.s
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I mean the little homies as well as O.G.s
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I've seen what it does cous, I've felt the buzz (huh)
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I know he's a doctor, and I don't give a fuck, bruh
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Kill my homie, and I'm coming back, ask Deezie
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About the last f@ggot-@ss bitch I smacked (bitch)
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for giving one of my dudes something that he ain't do
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And if he dies don't let it get traced back to you
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My people laid in the crib three days before someone came to help 'em
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And they might still be there if somebody hadn't smelled 'em
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Let me die crossing the mob, or robbing the Mexicans
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But I ain't trying to die off no mother fuckin medicine
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I've popped the X, yeah
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I've sniffed a line, yeah
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I smoke some reefer, and I had to draw a line there
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the pain pills had me from '01 to '04
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I couldn't feel them no more
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And I wasn't fixin' to die of no
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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It's a heroin type high we chase like a pipe dream
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Start smokin them and it becomes a pipe dream
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We lose so many of us, but it's not enough
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He nodded off, and he don't got a pulse!
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And when the damage finally gets done
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Your friends argue over who's gonna dial 9-1-1
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But them the same dudes that'll be at your funeral, carrying your casket
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I can't stand them dirty bastards
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But those were the friends you chose
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With allies like those, who needs foes
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Yo, you let your man die
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You heard your man cry
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And you just stood by
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And it cost him his life
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I got a phone call, that he had overdosed
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I hit the E.R., where he was comatose
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A breathing machine, without it he'd be gone
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13,000 milligrams of hydrocodone
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I told him hold on, just breathe, that's my man
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If you can hear me homeboy, squeeze my hand
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He ain't squeezed it though, he just let it go
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And he died with tracks in between his toes
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who knew
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Silver Spoon
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Haystak |