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Lord! |
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[Verse 1: Crooked I] |
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I'm having rob-a-***** thoughts, like the Horseshoe |
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Got all the tools in my box |
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I'm a nut, missing a corkscrew |
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Sittin' on my porch thinking this rapping ain't gon' happen |
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Cause ******s reppin' that, like I'm the wrong ***** to pass the torch to |
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Momma stressing cause her rent's due |
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Can't borrow money from none of the homies, them *****s in a pitch, too |
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My co-connect, he got pinched, too |
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Andy Dufresne escaping Shawshank, the ******t I been through (Lord!) |
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Refridgerator empty, inner anger in me simply waitin' to incubate |
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If a hater tempt me, I'mma disintegrate him quickly |
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Spray the 3-80 'till bullets penetrate his kidney |
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Sometimes I just wanna fall asleep in the tub |
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Loaded on drugs - like I was inmitating Whitney |
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Talk to god, just pray that he forgive me |
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sleep (Rest!) |
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Depressed, I been stressed |
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Awaited the world on my chest, like a ****** pressing a planet I get dressed |
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On a one man mission - hopped in my bucket with a bad transmission |
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My hands itching |
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Yeah I'm past ******ing and complaining |
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And ain't trying to land in nobody's damn prison |
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But I gotta take a chance - Man listen |
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My pops was a magician, like David Blaine mixed with a mime |
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He disappeared, didn't say a thing |
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***** bounced out, out to |
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in Kansas |
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Now I gotta find out where this ***** ***** pants is |
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Man of the house, throw on his trousers |
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Nothing like a child in them pedophile browsers |
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But still a child lost his innocence in a |
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, live where the smile did |
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Snatch purses and rap verses - I was a wild kid |
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Fast forward to this gun in your face |
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Mouth covered in tape |
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I want what's in your safe |
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I want you to resist |
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So I can take all my anger out on somebody who ain't got nuttin' to do with this ******t |
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Lord! |
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[Hook: Crooked I] |
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You don't know about the struggles in this ****** |
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Late at night, stomach growling |
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While you cuddle with your ****** |
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And they tell me I would even go through troubles if I'm rich |
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But I rather have something |
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Cause having nothing is a ****** (Lord!) |
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[Bridge: Crooked I] |
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La La La La La |
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You don't know about the struggles in this ****** (Lord!) |
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La La La La La |
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You don't know about the struggles in this ****** (Lord!) |
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[Verse 2: Crooked I] |
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