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Yea, watch how I administer pain

Sinister sentences stick to your Window pane

Yea, if I don't get your heart strings Clipped first , we gone hit yo brain

Yea, this Taurus I'm finna blow cause

Extensive pain

Yea. You gone force me to cheaufer You in a hearse that's gone fit yo frame

Of course the foreigns that's purchased

All go in different names

She know the Wells Fargo balance just

Ain't the same

So this Chalice i sip through with vain

Yea. Sometimes I catch myself Reminiscing of humble beginnings

Now from the balcony of my

Palace I sift through the Pain

Blood in my eyes when I witness this

Rain

Hindsight 20/20, don't mind if never

Remembered visions again

Drugs in my denim, thug living

My og still alive , yet he walking with

Slugs in em

He bound to a cane but he still will

Ride

From the place where you witness yo

Pinnacle die

If you ain't from around here just

Stay on your gentleman side

Promise, as soon and you cross the line

To this venomous side

This hard as steel, ghetto tenement

Where them killas reside

All my men will oblige

The nickel or 9 loaded

My men are divine smokers

For the right amount in yo account

Get you blinded folded

We ain't gone sneak out the house

Do it loud , we hope that yo mom

Notice

Foolish pride, blind leading the blind

Time for a change and I know it

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Excuse me boss man, I don't ever ask

For shit I need a ride so I can go home

This war zone I'm living got me scarred

But I'm giving it my all

And I hope I don't fall, yea

And everyday I look the devil in his Eyes

Grab my nuts, tell him bitch I can't fall

This war zone I'm living got me scarred

But I'm giving it my all

And I hope I don't fall, yea

And everyday I look the devil in his

Eyes

And I see my reflection and it caught

Me by surprise

This is real shit , my shields ripped

You wanna know where I'm from

Let's take a field trip (Go!)

It's a crazy world we living in

Dirty shit

Niggas only thirteen riding with them

Thirty clips

He'll murder for a perc and Shit

Drug dealing not to feed his family

But to buy his a bitch a Birkin with

Nobody ain't tell him it ain't worth

The shit

We gone ride till the gas drain

And die in the fast lane

Tell my baby momma make sure my

Son carry my last name

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So slow

Excuse me boss man, I don't ever ask

For shit I need a ride so I can go home

This war zone I'm living got me scarred

But I'm giving it my all

And I hope I don't fall, yea

And everyday I look the devil in his Eyes

Grab my nuts, tell him bitch I can't fall