Just hoping for the better, still indulged in worst
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Got a deal on death and wonder which coming first
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Been through some shit, it's fucked up, it'll make you wanna curse
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When God called, it's a one way, come here hearse
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Dear Father, my homies, we still banging, ripping, tripping
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I'm hanging, not bragging, wait, I'm just saying
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Don't do much praying, not bragging again, just saying
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Along with surviving comes slaying
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We animals, speaking of praying, it's be strong or become pray
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I mean it's kill or be killed, I'm just saying
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You could picture my whole hood when you listen
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Can't pinpoint it but he different
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And sometimes I hand with strangers to show I ain't tripping
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I mean it kinda make sense, yeah, it kinda make sense if you listen
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If we'd never fell down how we know what's up?
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And even when you know everything you don't know enough
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I start to think like will I make it back home
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And my momma start to roam for a minute like we home, believe it
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Is it where I pay my bills, where we fuck, I lay my heart, take off my shoes, put my chain
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I start to think like will I make it back home
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And my momma start to roam for a minute like we home, believe it
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Is it where I pay my bills, where we fuck, I lay my heart, take off my shoes, put my chain
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Is this a lesson learned, I'm driving pointless, no maps
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And nobody point is subjected to sling and poison, no judge
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We grind weather selling shit on rap, got homies tryna reach mills like it's levels to this trap
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We hit the gas, don't pay attention to speed
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That fine print line win and I clearly quote as I read you
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One want what he want must use what he need
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If heaven have a section for real I request to be'
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Put it on 'cause the feds watching, finger up 'cause they forever hating
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And they be swearing that they close but I lap them all twice
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That's the closest type of separation
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No more questions, no more answers, no more reasons
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Another day, another time, whole change of season
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Close the door, hit the light, turn off the phone
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Start to think like will I make it back home
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I start to think like will I make it back home
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And my momma start to roam for a minute like we home, believe it
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Is it where I pay my bills, where we fuck, I lay my heart, take off my shoes, put my chain
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I start to think like will I make it back home
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And my momma start to roam for a minute like we home, believe it
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Is it where I pay my bills, where we fuck, I lay my heart, take off my shoes, put my chain
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Not Forever
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Tsu Surf |