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1

I
Care another
Thinks a motherfucker
My began in the gutter
I
I suffer

The made you crusha
The made me tougher
a hole in my head
I need lover

I bring an rubber
CUz this life fuck ya
A I do tucka
smokey like Chris Tucker

It's hard to others
motherfuckers
Can't wait for you to your back to fuck ya

Sistas or
Niggaz love ya

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

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

(Hook)
If I my words just like they came out
I've would've been blown my out
To get my out
I like 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 land of the
And these thoughts of mines can't be bought for any
(In this) Motherfucking for wealth
Feels like I trust no motherfucking body but self
(And that?)
Nobody my brain
Nobody feels my pain
So say I'm insane (And what else?)

All the love I've had is gone
All I have is of dying alone
I'd rather be (Why?)

The solitude is like a of fresh 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 on death so much?
Cuz it's the only that I trust.
You can on it (Damn)

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

(Hook x2)

(gunshot)