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ways of the world |
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Money is manditory, my game is self explanitory, |
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I hit the blunt as i proceed to tell my ghetto stories, |
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I'm in to deep, for my peeps, bring them shovels for me, |
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Some niggaz strapped wit their gats tryin to kill your homies, |
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Didn't know me but met the heat when they ran up on me, |
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Left his wife and 2 kids at the crib lonely, |
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Got in the way of a stray bullet when i passed, |
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Trying to retaliate on beef that happened in the past, |
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Ways of the world how will i last when the economy crash, |
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I'm goin all out gettin my cash, |
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While spend mine open, wit my eyes on the world, |
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Ghettos and jail cells gave me stories to tell, |
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Body swells from the evil smells that i inhale, |
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Evil set me up to fail make my life so real, |
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People take precaution, time is being lost my souls series to scar, |
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I'm fightin demons off, its the ways of the world, |
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Chorus 2x |
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Eventhough it hurts my chest, |
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I'm a spark til i lose my breath, |
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Livin the sin since life began, |
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Coming all way out the water to get oxygen, |
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Please father help me breath again, at ease again, |
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Lookin at myself in the mirror, i took a second to think, |
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Memories of being babies givin milk to drink, |
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Without a worry at mind, we would play all the time, |
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Name callin and b-ballin took up most of our time, |
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We were hard headed and ya'll said it, |
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From our parents to our teachers, and even preachers couldn't reach us, |
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I said my prayers, |
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I gave my momma gray hairs, |
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She lives in fear, |
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The thought of me not being their got her worried scared, |
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They say i look just like my father without the dead, |
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They should of named that nigga magic, he dissapeard, |
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A couple months out of the year, he reappears, |
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Its all the same ain't nothin changed, you still my nigga, |
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Don't hold a grudge, give me love, |
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I'm on my own, |
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I'm kinda sober from a broken home |
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Wondering what's goin on, did i deserve this |
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Living in atlanta got us little nigga nervous |
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Mama tried to feed us all, until she got laid off |
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Had the rats paid off, now we all laid off |
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Chorus 2x |
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Duckin the gun shots,at the age of 13, |
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There was a war zone, so you choose your team, |
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When the war strikes you better had a heart to fight, |
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Or get lost in the world when you loose your life, |
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I prefer to live long, so i read and pray, |
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Surviving day to day, runnin the streets astray, |
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Living life for myself no company, |
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Prepare to meet the heat when you come for me, |
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And when i die, burn alive, thats a wish of mine, |
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I know that heaven when you's only make it hard to find, |
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And when you make it they gone take it, that's a must you know, |
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Don't think of gettin to the top without a problem or so, |
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I take precaution because the evils gotta hit on me, |
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I've been a bad boy but mommy don't you quit on me, |
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They built a jail so when we rise they can crush our dreams |
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Two of the largest in the industry, erased from the scene |
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And i don't wanna be a target so i got with a team |
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They gotta go around their body and do things you've never seen, |
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Know what i mean, |
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Take it deep like submarines, that's what we do, |
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Only human, tryin to get through the world with no confusion, |
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I close my eyes, so can't escape the pain of misery, |
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Prayin that you will rescue me, these are the ways of the world, |
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And if i had to choose between life and losing my sanity, |
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Go with the streets keep callin me, |
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These are the ways of the world. |
