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Sick of lies, I heard you got a twist of ties Get it right, if you don't get it you gon' have to lose your life Or maybe five, I been learning the meaning of sacrifice And it'd suffice, gotta win after another way to say I find A different reason for sinnin' A sad excuse just for winnin' None of his tracks have been hittin' Ion even wanna listen If I say get it, then get it He can't get mad when I said it You gotta wrap up a sentence Can't speak when livin' in heaven Fatherless Figure, grew up to be a toxic lil nigga Had a grip on the trigger 'fore I could squeeze it with my fingers You see the difference between me and a dirty ass quitter Is I'm gon' raise my son, not let him be the victim of a killer Cuz that's the shoes that they can't fill Suffer the sins of our fathers we gotta take up the deal Then suck it up, cuz a real man don't got time to just feel That's the type of shit you raisin' your kids on? It can't be real Rule number one, don't forget where the fuck you come from Even if your home is where they wanna keep they guns tucked Safe to say no way to pray if you shoot 'til the suns up And don't let 'em find out that you ain't gang, at that point you're fucked Rule number two, can't depend on no one but you Now I'm having problems looking at struggles I run through I don't wanna be a shadow but bitch nigga who knew That I'd dedicate my whole life to being better than you Rule number three, do nothing but focus up on the green Got me feelin' like I'm only good for feeding on the greed I been tryin' hard to make sure life is easy as it seems But I'm always lookin' out, why the fuck no one look out for me Rule number four, learn when to break down the door I had a couple problems just cuz singles actin' like whores I been livin' my life relaxed, I can't feel my face no more How nonchalant can I get before I choose to show 'em more Sick riddance Okay come here, I got six digits Been finished, now I'm gonna restart just to begin it Have a minute of losing your life to one of the realest and the illest Murdered every beat, that's what I'm killin' So they say I murder shit Would never even turn a bitch Ion even gotta pick up the phone to send 40 hits And that's the life I'm livin', you niggas gotta go work for it Caught him like a stream I did a highlight then I got him clippeed
Writer(s): william Torres Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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