Tom: D minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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It's like tears doesn't matter to you,
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it's like you laughed at my pain
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Put me in a position to pick up a pistol,
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and I'll blast in the game
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I'm going crazy,
being murdered by the hands of cancer
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Auntie asked if I wanted to die,
but couldn't understand my answer
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See it's fucked up when you loving,
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they don't love you in return
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Fuck around and wait till you get on your feet,
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and slug you till it burn
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Niggas is flies yeah they over rise,
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but I hide in the dark
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Cause where the fuck was these niggas at,
when I resided in parks
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Bitch I slept on the bench,
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ten feet away from the bullet proof fence
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I ain't have to pay no rent
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I'm thinking of espree, damn
near positive that you regret me
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But I pray to God, you'll never forget me,
remember me
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I represented for the both of us,
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And not trust me, somewhere hated
now there's no more us plus
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Sammy Lee it was a tragedy,
your boo was found dead
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Here's my shoulder for you my nigga,
rest your head
[Chorus - 2x]
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This is where they all fall down
Putting burners to they brain,
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There's no way for the real, to maintain
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This is
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where they all fall down
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Pay your dues, cause you owe
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God'll give you the go
[Den Den]
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I sit back and put my thoughts,
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on paper and rhymes
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Tripping on the situations,
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that I'm facing in life
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All this shifeness around me,
but I still prevail
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Get caught some shit we done together,
and I'm making your bail
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Cut your tail, while you fall down homie
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Plus I'm in the kitchen cooking,
so your family won't come hold me
that these fake niggas on
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I get that pony bitch,
then I get that hustle on
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Staying strong like ammonia,
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as I bleed the block
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Leaving that bitch swollen up,
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breaking down every zone
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95 hundred woofing, where
these niggas be strong
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Staying alone to my own,
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Plus I'm keeping the bread a nine,
cause I'm guarding my life
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Ain't no slipping in my game,
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doing a dance to make it rain
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Put a pistol to your head, and ease your pain
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[Chorus - 2x]
[Z- Ro]
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I feel like I invented pain,
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might go any minute mayn, starting a bit of
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robbery
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Homicide and lean on they destiny,
in an attempt to get the pain
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Constant strain,
here we go again another day in the life
can I just get one successful day in my life
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My life is the prime example,
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of a good nigga gon wrong
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And I trust no one plus I'm not friendly,
so leave me alone
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See I don't need a click of yes men,
when I walk the block
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My retaliation is only,
when I chalk the block
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I stay in a sweet leaf,
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each time I meditate on how to live
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Nothing but negative everywhere I turn,
ain't no more positive
cause drama makes the world go round
it'll make the world go down
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Just get a weapon of situation,
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if you starving then you hungry right now
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I can't wait a whole pay period,
I need money right now
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So when I bleed the block I'm not gon bleed a lot,
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The bills paid, and enough to keep
some fiddles in a pot
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[Chorus - 2x]
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