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作词 : Polo G/Jahmere Tylon |
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作曲 : Polo G/Jahmere Tylon |
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Spittin' verses, I'm desperate, |
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I need a mansion and a coupe |
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You done signed over your life |
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And now you slavin' in the booth |
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Now we hang ourself with chains, |
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They used to make us rock a noose |
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Shorties hoppin' off the porch |
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'Cause it ain't s**t else to do |
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Nothin' but trouble in the hood, |
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Normal sentence for the youth |
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You a king, you not a gangster, |
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I'm just tellin' you the truth |
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Please just take my word, |
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'Cause they done scrambled all the proof |
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His big bro ain't tryna warn him, |
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He just taught him how to shoot |
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Out there warrin' with each other, |
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Will there ever be a truce? |
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Why the **** we into it? |
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I'm going through oppression too |
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Feel death in the air, |
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It's like a nightmare, this s**t is scary |
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Riding for gang, now your casket is gettin' carried |
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Mama break down, you gettin' put in that cemetery |
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S**t ****** up my mental, seen too many obituaries |
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These bodies keep dropping, |
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Summer cold like it's January |
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When you die, they gon' praise you, |
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Now they see that you legendary |
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Just another cold case, look what they did to Kenneka |
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Hear them screams after that chopper sing like Aretha |
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Homicide puddles, I got blood stains on my sneakers |
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Out here playing life or death, |
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Tryna run from the reaper |
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S**t been ****** up at the crib, |
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Lashin' out on the teacher |
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Grandma taking me to church, |
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I fell asleep on that preacher |
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Chains, clothes, hit the block, hard-headed and eager |
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We just tryna stay afloat but this s**t gettin' deeper |
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I'm just tryna talk to you |
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And tell my life through these speakers |
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Yeah, I conquered them struggles, |
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I just had to stay focused |
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Told myself that I'm the greatest, |
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I won't wait 'til they notice |
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Wouldn't nobody help me up when I was down at my lowest |
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I'm the only one believe when everybody was hopeless |
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I done got so used to funerals, can't show no emotion |
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Man, this lifestyle crazy, |
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Swear this s**t get atrocious |
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Like one minute on that block, |
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You just laughing and joking |
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Now your mans shot up on that ground, |
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Gasping and choking |
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In them streets deep, we was mobbin', |
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Went from innocent to goblins |
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Had to take, we started robbin', |
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Catchin' white folks while they joggin |
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Battle scars, we hate the rain, |
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Bullet wounds steady throbbin' |
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Fiends lookin' like zombies, |
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Half-dead, they just noddin' |
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That peer pressure comin' at you |
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And it's too hard to dodge it |
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Got dreams to make the league, |
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Late night plans, might sabotage it |
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My homie made the news, he 'posed to be on ESPN |
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Came and left the same day, RIP to the twins |
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Doctor said he could make it but his chances was thin |
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My homie just came home, did three in the pen' |
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Back in them streets few weeks later, |
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Now he locked up again |
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I wonder one day will we wake up? Is the cycle gon' end? |
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I wonder one day will we wake up? Is the cycle gon' end? |
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