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I
what another
Thinks about a
My began in the gutter
I
Therefore I

The pressure you crusha
The struggle made me
Like a hole in my
I need another

I an extra rubber
CUz this will fuck ya
A I do tucka
Stay like Chris Tucker

It's hard to trust
When
Can't wait for you to turn back to fuck ya

or brothas
Niggaz love ya

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

desert?
Wrong,
It's a 4-50 tone and the color
a scope on the long barrel
With the infra-red
When blood get spit bitch you get up
So
get up in my grill
Thinking that you get lit up

(Hook)
If I took my words just they came out
would've been blown my brains out
To get my out
I write like
Just to ease my
I write my for the manic depressed
Who a fuck less

(Repeat x1)

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

All the love I've had is gone
All I have is fear of 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 noody cry
At my funeral...

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

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

(Hook x2)

(gunshot)