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I
what another
Thinks a motherfucker
My life began in the
I
Therefore I

The pressure you crusha
The struggle me tougher
a hole in my head
I need another

I an extra rubber
CUz this life fuck ya
A heat I do
Stay smokey like Tucker

It's to trust others
motherfuckers
Can't wait for you to turn back to fuck ya

Sistas or
Niggaz don't ya

And if you don't a heat
You get your shuttered

Chrome
Wrong,
It's a 4-50 tone and the color
With a scope on the barrel
With the infra-red
When blood get spit you won't get up
So
get up in my grill
Thinking that you get lit up

(Hook)
If I took my words just like came out
I've would've blown my brains out
To get my out
I write this
Just to my stress
I write my shit for the manic
Who give a less

(Repeat x1)

And say...
That my mind is like the of the lost
And these thoughts of mines can't be for any cost
(In this) Motherfucking for wealth
Feels I can't trust no motherfucking body but self
(And that?)
understands my brain
Nobody else feels my
So they say I'm (And what else?)

All the love ever had is gone
All I is fear of dying alone
What I'd be (Why?)

The solitude is like a breath of air
Cuz the truth is no one cares if I or die
(But why not?)

I'm full of
But ask me why
If I die
I know would cry
At my funeral...

Wonder why I speak on death so
Cuz it's the thing that I trust.
You can on it (Damn)

cliche but the natural fact is
All you can on is death and taxes
In life...
(That's up.)

(Hook x2)

(gunshot)