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[Talking]That's a set back, you know |
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I'm saying man |
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Lil' Red, way back in the motherfucking cut man |
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Nigga was like shit nigga, |
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I was like what come on man[Scarface] |
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Street lights are glowing, everyday's another struggle |
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And moving slowly in silence, steady making sho' my hustle |
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Is air tight, these city streets is hectic gotta get it here |
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Tomorrow ain't a promise to me, so |
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I don't live in fear |
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I work until |
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I touch it, stack it until |
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I need itI spend it on what |
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I want, re-up and that's when |
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I bleed it |
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The soldier could never see me, as being some'ing that's lesser |
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A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered without a question |
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Product of my surroundings, click it clack it and and down him |
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All they know is he missing, but niggaz ain't never found him |
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I'm sorry but still in yet, |
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I don't live it on regrets |
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I'm a motherfucking killer, for realer this ain't a threat |
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I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live your life |
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And never when niggaz might, hit you under city lights |
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So get it right (never know) |
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You never know when niggaz might, hit you under city lights get it right[Hook - 2x] |
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Lord forgive me, cause |
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I know I ain't living right |
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Still I gotta make some'ing happen, under them street lights |
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But pay attention, let me show you what my life like |
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You can get your days cut short, under them street lights[Yung Redd] |
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Them folks got me under the scope, cause |
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I ain't living right |
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Still I ain't the one to provoke, dog you get it right20 inch shoes when |
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I cruise, under them city lights |
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Careful with the road |
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I choose, cause you can lose your life |
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I'm praying and hoping, |
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I never get caught in the moment |
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Shot from a glock, that's smoking from not scoping |
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When a nigga told me, you don't work you don't eat |
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So I'm slanging thangs for cheap, where the streets lights meet |
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And my pop, was a rolling stone15 |
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I was grown, 16 |
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I was holding my own |
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Is it wrong to sell you a dream, or sell you a zone |
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A long way from home, on this road |
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I roamStill |
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I'm po'ing the liquor, for niggaz who ain't with us |
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Ery'body ain't a gangsta, every nigga ain't a killa |
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Naw but them laws, couldn't tell ya the difference |
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So pay attention, or find yourself locked in prison this ain't living man[Hook - 2x][Lil Ron] |
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Years have passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic |
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Two days ago, my homegirl got blasted |
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That's tragic, happened right on my block |
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I'm feeling paranoid, laws might run in my spot |
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So I'm living low key, and them folks don't know me |
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Slowly I ride through the city, stack mo' cheese |
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Then I slide out, to the hideout and smoke on |
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Haters watching, my chest is froze like a snow-cone |
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But hold on, trash talking ain't my game |
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Rather pimp me a dame, or switch lanes in a |
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RangePeep this it ain't a secret, them laws ain't right |
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They like to catch a late night, living the life |
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That's why |
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I'm on top of my game, always thinking twice |
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Don't get it twisted, |
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I still got a mean right |
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But most of the time, my nigga |
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I'm on chill |
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It's real in the field, it's easy to get killed[Hook - 2x] |