(Dmac on the f*cking track)
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(Tahj Money)
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I'm so sick of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
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In the trenches yellin', "Gang-gang," mob ties, what I bleed
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Don't claim to be a opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease
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He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
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Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
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I know she might cry if I leave
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I been fooled by liars and thieves
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Iced out my Rollie but I know time cannot freeze
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Once you give my pussy up, it's over with
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Miss who you used to be, 'cause that's who I was closer with
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I'm in my bag, now I act like I don't know the bitch
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Before I knew what platinum was, was tryna go on hits
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Well if he act like he 'bout it, then put him on the list
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You better pick out a casket, 'cause they goin' quick
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They gassed him up, now tears sheddin' when they post his pic
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I know 'bout some flukey shit, I heard he died on a lick
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My whole squad's goin', bitch, we don't do no assist
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Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane, he ain't know his niche
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Might catch him at the red light, tryna load his blick
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Everyday a gamble with your life, all we know is risk
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From the windy city where you're down to see the coldest shit
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I'm so sick of, "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
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In the trenches yellin', "Gang-gang," mob ties, what I bleed
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Don't claim to be a opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease
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He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
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Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
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I know she might cry if I leave
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I been fooled by liars and thieves
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Iced out my Rollie but I know time cannot freeze
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Switches on them glizzys, get to blowin' like it's four of me
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Promise to my son, that the streets won't get no more of me
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Remember every line from that obituary poetry
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See they peep I'm ballin' now, just go back to ignorin' me
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Always gotta spazz, unleash the beast when they recordin' me
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Lord, I'm tryna take it easy on 'em, but they forcin' me
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See him in person, then that boy won't stand on shit he been sayin'
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Pop shit like Taliban, loadin' up them sticks in the van
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You know it's f*ck the other side 'cause my niggas gone
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Always been f*ck the other side, we don't get along
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If we bump heads like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on
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Aim for the head, that chopper spray, we get 'em gone
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Independent, her hair down, and she feelin' grown
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Tryna correct her flaws, she filled with silicone
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And she ain't all innocent, she did a nigga wrong
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I got a playlist for your heart, girl, pick a song
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I'm so sick of, "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
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In the trenches yellin', "Gang-gang," mob ties, what I bleed
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Don't claim to be a opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease
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He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
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Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
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I know she might cry if I leave
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I been fooled by liars and thieves
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Iced out my Rollie but I know time cannot freeze
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