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Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huh |
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Uh, Young |
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Gunnas, Chris and |
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NeefIt's real shit |
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North of Death, home of |
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PhillyUh, chea uh |
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Lights is gettin' dimmer |
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Night's gettin' colder |
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Lost three of my soldiers |
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Life feel like it's over |
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Unloadin' there's somethin' in my way |
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They'll never take me alive |
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I got somethin' on the way |
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I'm a survivor, |
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I'ma try to do straight |
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Try to make it alive, be around for that due date |
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But it's hard, niggaz hatin' em hard |
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That loss hurt to the heart |
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But still they say, "It's they fault", we blame y'all |
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Nigga how, nigga please, it's still on baby |
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Tell them niggaz, had they still off safety |
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What about them other fake dudes that he grew up wit? |
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Elementary middle school up wit |
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Man them niggaz was there ain't move yet |
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I'm startin' to think they had somethin' to do wit it |
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I used to think them niggaz was scared |
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It's lookin' a little shaky now |
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Niggaz happy, his little brother's laughin', his mother hates me now |
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Though it hurts some days |
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This is the game we chose to play |
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Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay |
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Now the ones, a bullet ain't got no aim |
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And y'all know bullets ain't got no name |
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But this is the life we chose and it will never change |
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Everyday we reminisce about that three day trip |
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Same night that we left, got a call you hit |
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Thought you was still wit us, aimed at me that he flipped |
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Got a call from my peaches, found out where you was hit |
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Three hit himself who missed him and you just a couple inches |
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You don't know how much you miss him, bullshittin' in the kitchen |
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Ninety percent fist fights leadin' to them slammers |
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But lil' Drake ain't understand until one of them niggaz vanish |
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This rap shit is crazy but believe me |
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I'ma tryWhether happened or not homie |
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I got lil' five |
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And with the real ones |
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I'ma slice my pies |
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As you would of wanted, man |
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I'm so sick to my stomach |
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That you ain't around enjoyin' the fruits of our labors |
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Shit's about to jet major, and these niggaz really hate us |
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Around for nothin' givin' me teeth and palms |
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Man I don't pay 'em no mind, just try to focus and rhyme ya know |
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Though it hurts some days |
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This is the game we chose to play |
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Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay |
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Now the ones, a bullet ain't got no aim |
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And y'all know bullets ain't got no name |
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But this is the life we chose and it will never change |
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I'm peaches, that's where you can reach us |
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Cook out every other 'til they took a nigga brother |
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Love ya like a brother so |
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I try to take ya brother |
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And he be on some other shit, |
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I be tryin' to tell 'em man |
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I seen how you feel, he had intentions on killin' my big brother |
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Just to let me see how he felt, tellin' me his life over fuckin' the cops |
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They know they after, run before they catch him he got people to kill |
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That boy crazy, he got people for real |
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He gone wind up layin' somewhere peaceful for real |
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Like he the only one goin' through the pain |
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Like his mom and our peaches ain't goin' through the same |
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Cool one minute, then he goin' through a change |
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I don't need that around, keep the heaters around |
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Just like the rest of the niggaz that |
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I leave in the town |
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So I separate myself, |
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I look better wit myself |
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Though it hurts some days |
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This is the game we chose to play |
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Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay |
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Now the ones, a bullet ain't got no aim |
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And y'all know bullets ain't got no name |
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But this is the life we chose and it will never change |
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Though it hurts some days |
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This is the game we chose to play |
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Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay |
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Now the ones, a bullet ain't got no aim |
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And y'all know bullets ain't got no name |
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But this is the life we chose and it will never change |