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1

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

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

I bring an rubber
CUz this life fuck ya
A heat I do
Stay like Chris Tucker

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

or brothas
Niggaz don't ya

And if you don't tuck a
You get dome shuttered

desert?
Wrong,
It's a 4-50 and the wrong color
a scope on the long barrel
With the infra-red
When get spit bitch you won't get up
So
get up in my grill
Thinking you won't get lit up

(Hook)
If I took my words just like they out
I've been blown my brains out
To get my out
I write this
to ease my stress
I write my shit for the depressed
Who give a fuck

(Repeat x1)

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

All the love I've 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 is no one cares if I live or die
(But why not?)

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

why I speak on death so much?
Cuz the only thing that I trust.
You can on it (Damn)

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

(Hook x2)

(gunshot)