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Little rapper dissing on me hoping it will get him engagement Might tell my bro to hunt him down and put his face in the pavement Just took a trip to port-au-Prince I'm locked in with the Haitians You know for every bad bitch I got like 60 replacements Used to slide round in a hoopties Now it's groupies in the 8 series racin Always knew my time was coming I've been patiently waiting Henny binging over years it burnt a hole in my stomach Them Percocets ain't help neither we get loaded in public Talkin to my bro he feelin low I know depression hurt And where I'm from they skip out on they rent to get a necklace 1st Hit it with that cut an turn that dope into some extra work It's crazy he ain't never leave his state before he left this earth Snitchin make u less than worst Forever we accountable Hundred thousand on the table double down I'm trying to count a few Pulled up in amiri Jeans the Jordan ones was powder blue Rappin but I'll get you knocked off because I'm powerful Salute me from a militance we slide around in limo tint Trying to make a million while they trying to match my fingerprints Sorry mama but somewhere along the road I lost my innocence I knew I would be someone back then and shit I'm still convinced Blanco Running from my sins I got my whole life ahead of me Gotta tote this pole if I don't it could be the death of me And I can't stay the same I've got to change into a better me And I ain't have no shrink but I had Perkys an amphetamines I'm smoking dope until I feel right I'm getting loaded until I feel right It's hard to cope with this my real life This is my real life I'm smoking dope because I don't feel right I'm getting loaded till I feel right It's hard to cope with this my real life That's my real life If I tell you about my life u probably think I'm different Trench baby I caught a case before I caught detention I was in to playing sports I'd rather play the kitchen A plate of chicken will put a nigga in a great position I remember coming in at late night Nana crying lights off shit ain't right You know a nigga like me ain't gotta think twice A few hours on that ave I have my bank right Pull my gun in my drawls Let a nigga try in front then its gonna go off I ain't never been a pussy Imma son of a dog Even moma she a gansta and you don't want it ma, nigga I fell in love with shooting it was on my first one But never thought them crackers get me for my 3rd gun Just left the county jail South Bay the worse one 23 and 1 with my celly making the nurse come Running from my sins I got my whole life ahead of me Gotta toe this pole if I don't it could be the death of me And I can't stay the same I've got to change into a better me And I ain't have no shrink but I had Perkys an amphetamines I'm smoking dope until I feel right I'm getting loaded until I feel right It's hard to cope with this my real life This is my real life I'm smoking dope because I don't feel right I'm getting loaded till I feel right It's hard to cope with this my real life That's my real life
Writer(s): Myles Lockwood, Ilya Trusov Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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