Tonalité : Bb minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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There,
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it's kind of sad what happened to the gang
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I seen motherfuckers go from the bottom to
the top right back to the bottom again
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You know what I mean?
Bad, but it's all good
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though, we keep moving
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And at the same time I see you put up
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petty ass hate motherfuckers
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Tryna take what's mine
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In motherfuckin court like bitches
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Now I got motherfuckin hom ies
turn next to me to turn to snitches
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Know good people and shit man
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Man it's been a long road,
no wonder why my heart turned cold
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Haters, true feelers
came out and exposed
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Even close homies turn fake, oh no
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Don't wanna believe what they telling me so I drift away,
dissipate through clouds of smoke
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Many days, many nights,
many clouds I tote
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Hoping that I wake up,
hoping this is a dream
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What the fuck is going on
to people close to me?
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Haters still out hatin', wishin',
hopin' I bleed
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Success in my mind,
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all I do is proceed and stack G's
Turn the past to memories,
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wipe those killin' stains
But I shake em' like fleas,
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only keep a solid few homies close to me
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A tough pill to swallow,
fuck it, but I'm hopin' they see
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I'm sendin' letters
and some money to my solid ones
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If they see me in the streets,
then best believe I got a gun
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Tell me why
Damn, what's really goin' on
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in the world these days?
I'm really tryin' to figure that out
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Tell me why
I'm just standin' in the rain,
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lookin' for some sunshine, help me please
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I pray to God every night
when I go to sleep
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Hopin' if I die that they notice me
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Please forgive my sins,
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take my soul
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Lord, tell I got a phone call
from my homie's lady
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Bad news, one of the closest
homies fucked up
Broke some bad rules,
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never would've seen it comin'
Covered up and tattooed
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Used to ride shotgun with me,
now it's ass through
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Damn, it's pretty sad what happened
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Just a year ago,
another homie caught a snitch, Jackie
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Little faggot threw my name in the mist
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I got the paperwork and
I read the fuckin' sheet
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Dead and sad,
they droppin' like fleas
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Motherfuckers turn to snitches,
said a cop in the police
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I sit back, thinkin' for a minute,
stop and proceed
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Ain't no motherfuckers in the past,
stoppin' the G
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I get let ters from the pen,
certain ones I open,
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certain ones I don't
Some things I woulda been
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and some things I won't
They put me down for this
fuckin' quote
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Motherfuckers snitch,
lookin' at my skit,
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stop tellin' me bro Tell
And the motherfuckers used to
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ride next to me and shit
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Tell me why
I guess it's true what they say,
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you never know who
to fuckin' trust
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You know I pray to God every
night when I go to sleep
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Hopin' if I die that
they know this is bad
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Please forgive my sins,
take my soul and keep it
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Please Lord, Lord tell me
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Now life keeps movin',
this world keeps spinnin'
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Past just faded, memories thinnin'
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Still in the fast lane, high speed livin'
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Some things in the past never be forgiven
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An d it's sad certain homies
still in prison
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Cause you motherfuckers
couldn't hold your lips
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Bitches, and other motherfuckers
got caught up cause of bitches
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Damn, caught up with
the quickness,
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sickness, spreads
Through motherfuckers' minds,
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damn it's pretty sad,
motherfuckers droppin' dimes
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Gotta cut em off and I
had to turn my back
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Who can I trust at this moment,
feelin' like that
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Almost quit this rap game
but I'm comin' right back
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Haters for my passion
and motherfuckers like that
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Drop another al bum,
believe I'll be right back
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This criminal mentality,
you motherfuckers like that
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Tell me why
And that's a motherfuckin' promise,
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I ain't gon' stop this shit
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Tell me why
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Year after year of deceit
Just keep bringing the feet,
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you know I pray to God every
night when I go to sleep
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Hoping if I die that they notice
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Please forgive my sins,
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take my soul with you
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Lord, tell me why
And that's just a question I
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want to ask you, Lord
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I ain't trying to question you and all that I'm
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just trying to really figure it out,
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you know what I mean?
A lot of bad things have happened
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in the last couple of years,
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but it's back to celebration time.
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