| Cops is firing, niggas is dying
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| And for the ones tryna make it out, please keep trying
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| Cause niggas out here die for no reason, it’s killer season
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| Kids dying, somebody’s son, daughter, nephew, and nieces
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| R.I.P big bro, I swear I miss you man
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| I wish I was right up there hanging with you man
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| In the hood there’s no hope, them crackers take us for jokes
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| They laugh at us, when we successful they mad at us
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| Crack fiends in the hood with bad habits
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| And cops passing always tryna stop and harass us
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| Liquor stores on the corner, they tryna line us
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| Go to white neighborhoods, you hardly find one
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| It’s a cold world, that’s why we hold heat
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| Either your pops in jail, dead, or a deadbeat
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| We gotta eat by any means necessary
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| Cause niggas hustle from February to February
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| And ain’t no telling how many niggas in cemeteries
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| It hurt to see my brother’s name on that obituary
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| They tryna bring us down but fuck 'em, we ain’t breaking
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| And for my brother, I promised that nigga that I’ma make it
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| I’m just tryna make it through the day
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| And I just wanna get away
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| So I’ma inhale until I’m out of breath
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| And I’ma drink this bottle 'til it’s nothing left
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| It really hurt me when they killed my brother
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| He was only 20 when they took his life from him
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| I was 17, I was happy with a dream
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| But when he died I realized life ain’t really what it seems
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| It’s a cold world, so fuck it I’m a cold girl
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| And I’m screaming fuck the whole world
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| Cause life took that one person that meant most to me
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| Other half, he was close to me
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| I want him close to me
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| Now he a ghost to me
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| I feel like there’s no hope for me
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| That’s why I keep that toast with me
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| Cock it back and pop a nigga close to me
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| Cause I don’t trust nobody
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| I think i need some damn help
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| I can’t trust niggas, I don’t trust my damn self
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| And that’s why my brother dead, because he trust niggas
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| He fucked around and trusted a fuck nigga
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| I’m just tryna make it through the day
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| And I just wanna get away
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| So I’ma inhale until I’m out of breath
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| And I’ma drink this bottle 'til it’s nothing left
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| I’m stressing, anxiety and depression
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| I carry a lot of anger, a lot of hate and agression
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| I’m lost, and I’m just tryna find my way home, how
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| In a world full of people I feel alone after
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| Almost losing a sister I lost a brother and
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| Never having a father, only a mother
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| My sister was one pound and twelve ounces, premature
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| You heard? |
| one pound, not three or four
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| But she survived and that’s a blessing in disguise
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| We prayed and we had faith, I guess hope is still alive
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| And now she’s in middle school, you see how time flies?
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| Just to see her graduate is a feeling I can’t describe
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| She ain’t really know her brother, he passed when she was five
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| She was three when she last saw him alive
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| And I’m just happy that she ain’t gotta ever live with that pain
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| Shit, I be ready to cry hearing his name man
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| I’m just tryna make it through the day
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| And I just wanna get away
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| So I’ma inhale until I’m out of breath
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| And I’ma drink this bottle 'til it’s nothing left
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| Dear lord I know I’m sinning but
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| It’s hard to change the way I’m living
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| I gotta get it, I gotta get it
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| I gotta get it
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| I’m just tryna make it through the day
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| And I just wanna get away
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| So I’ma inhale until I’m out of breath
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| And I’ma drink this bottle 'til it’s nothing left
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| Dear lord I know I’m sinning but
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| It’s hard to change the way I’m living
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| I gotta get it, I gotta get it
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| Oh I gotta get it |