Key: D minor
Verse 1
He's been through it all, man.
Blood, sweat, and tears.
Niggas is dead and shit.
What the fuck else could happen, yo?
I don't think much more,
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son.
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I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
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I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah you heard of him,
but I ain't concerned with them
Nigga, I pop more guns than
you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's out,
I'm scoldin'
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On low ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life, hop on my 98 dirt bike
You try to stop moms from growin',
I make your blood stop flowin'
Now here come the
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Mac -10, you's a dick blower
Tryna speak the dun language,
what the drillie with that though?
Marlfonics
Infamous bonnets,
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lyin' to the pop dog like you got it
the knife -fist thrower
Rusty
Shank, hol' up, we lit as shit
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have you out and out
Have a n***a
OD cause it's never enough
It's the real shit,
shit that make em feel shit
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Lump em in the club shit,
have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs in your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n***a
OD cause it's never enough
Yo the
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drinkin' white label
my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame,
Duke
A n***a like me hold text,
are you the same
too?
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going through the emotions, a gun holding,
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long shot guns down my pants leg limping,
even my pops too he taught me how to shoot when I was seven,
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I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me,
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I love my pops for that, I love my nigga he black,
I take the life of anybody trying to
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change what's left, and through all of that a nigga ain't scared to death,
new niggas just scared to death,
I spent too many nights sniffing coke getting right, wasting my
Now I'm trying to make things right
invest in the rag
business
build a jungle gym
behind the crib
So they can enjoy youth,
CBRs and
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VCRs
ATVs and big screen
TVs
Nigga please, don't make me have to risk
my freedom
you get
your shit beaten
For real
shit to make em feel shit
Drugs in your ear, drum the wrong cut
Have a nigga
O .D. cause it's never enough
That nigga
P -Double got that shit for y 'alls
stirrin' up pots of brew
In
Hell's
Kitchen, I chef the impossible
across the unified states
Sit down and sup with the top rap reps
boy move diligent
You better walk like the nigga
Infamous, 1st
Infantry, 1st
Division, 4th
Mission
First assignment,
My new addition's way bitchin',
those that listen
Get addicted to my diction,
For your disease,
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generic raps just not potent like peas
Chest naked on katanas,
spaghetti head mob niggas
It's full bread, fully blown, melanin tone
I rock skeleton, bone shirts and verses
But thirst for worse beats
So I can put more product
out on the street
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Get respect and love all across the board
We been adored for keeping it raw,
I score every time for sure,
while the rest of y 'all niggas just nail
shit that make em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit,
have you out and out when you bump this
Have a nigga
OD, cause it's never enough
It's the real shit,
Lump em in the club shit,
have you out and out when you bump this
Have a nigga
HIP
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HOP
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ChordsE Am F
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