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Yeah, bout to talk about serious shit
Deadly habits, you know got 'em
that some niggaz try to front, try to cover shit up
But that, I be wylin sometimes - you know why?
suckers be thinkin that shit is sweet
Niggaz be thinkin that rap ain't real, haha
Yeah well aight, that's aight
Let 'em what they want

Yo I'm steady at it, them deadly
I pray for the best son, but my dome's already shattered
By the that's occurred
Drivin home tipsy from the club, herb, vision blurred
Thinkin bout them niggaz who the drop
Who I gotta stop, who he caught, and who still get popped
Stash box, like Fish in "King of New York"
Wifey do her for the God, she don't be bringin me pork
Cause there's enough deadly a brother be facin
Up in V.I.P., niggaz drinks be lacin
Got a nigga pacin, not ready to fall the fuck up
But ready to pull out, and 'em all the fuck out
And my guardian angel, is always there to
And my supreme nature, keeps all them in check
How the hell did get so twisted
They say be what you pray for, so I guess now it's this shit

They will never - what I do to get by
And them many times I died
They will never - all the reasons why I flip
And now I keep an extra clip
They will never know - what this is like
And why I'm on point, ready to
will never know - all the pressure and pain
Don't give a fuck if think less of me mayne

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