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Tell me why you did it
I always pay attention and you know I would've listened
I really wanna hit it
To feel that i'm living, you had a lot of expectation, I just didn't fit it
Oh shit you wanna diss, but every bar a miss
Give me a few years and I will be hella rich
Used to slit my wrist, till I said f*ck this shit
I wanna do something and live in my own fucking crib
Motherfucker want that bitch in my bed
She is making me fucking sick in my head
Telling me she want that dick in her lap
I know I love her ass it's so thick when it clap
Riding through my neighborhood in the Cadillac
Gat in my lap, so rad, pull up and you dead
Facts on facts, you left so fast
Meet me on the set, smoking weed I bet
Leave me like the rest, in a week i'm back
Try to beat me and I laugh you best heed my step
Feedback, when I rap, AC/DC on my cap
Weed stashed, drop the ash, can't defeat me burn the cash
Living with my demons, we all got our own reasons
For most it is a feeling, but I really fucking see them
I know I am a heathen, but at least im free and breathing
No matter what the season, my sins need no concealing
I got a demon inside hoe, I know that I'm possessed
Wonder when they see, that I've a nasty flow and I'm the best
You would flee from my home, though I ain't stressed
Go delete my memory and tell my phone hit that reset
Got a drought in my mouth, smoke weed like I'm from the south
Speakers loud f*ck the clout, tell me what you're all about
Got some doubt, roll the loud, let the thoughts run and let them out
On a Mount, smoke throughout with the devil like i'm Faust
I know smoking is deadly, I hope it is, roll a spliff, focus in, smoke and think
Lord judge me I'm ready, all my sins, hopeless things, all I did, just go and hit
Me with it, my rope is thin and I'm broke as shit, but all this hope still fits within
You can't defend, you wanna send, but can you really see through what you wanted to the end?
I roll in a Benz, don't even pay rent
In my right hand a joint, sword in my left
Gotta run from the feds, just wanted to be fed
Eyes red from the blood, I don't care what you just said
Got stains on my rug from the fucker I just slashed
You'd faint, oh my lord, you got luck you're not my friend
Ain't no saint, roll my bud, smoke my stuff away too fast
I got hate, I'm a perpetrator, got nothing left
Load my gun, if you see me better run
I'm done, dump my magazine for fun
If you come around my block, you can see me puff
Lay down or get shot, you're not really more than dust

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