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This for the ones who moving crime to life
Doing drive-by shootings gon lose his nine lives tonight
This for the ones who choose to grind and fight
Same kind praying to Christ, waistline laser and pipe
FaceTime Jay fore he died
He root I'm past this black fusion to build me a life 
That's deeper than crack and some trap music
What really happened was hours of bad reviews 
Had to add up more bricks and pounds than accountants and math students
As a backup, that's why I spit the shock like a pimp
The world gon see me as a flop should stick to shopping my zips
No way my zip gon go and pop and get a Hollywood trip 
When I see em play it in the car they press unlock and then skip
Man, f*ck the fame and the bucks
I'm sick of faking how I talk like my pops ain't hop the truck 
With a limp in his walk
I'm sick of praying to God
I know this shit be sounding evil 
But it feel like he the biggest fuckin hater of all
Is he gon save me or nah
He got the answers and the power and the time 
Then why the f*ck I'm out here hangering cars
Or mixing rocks in cigars
Why my brothas sittin stuck they live they life behind bars 
Or live they life in the stars
You see I know it ain't his fault but who do I have to turn to
Who in this game do I have to learn through
The shame came fast like they was aiming out the bezel of the nine 
Cuz the wrong frame of mind will go and burn you
I hate that I ain't XXL, I sit and I exhale
And realize that real eyes cry on the reg. still
And when those checks fill I sit recollect feels
Remember I had it better than most on the West Hills
So why the f*ck I'm feeling so low recently
Like my heart been getting cold recently
Maybe cuz all of the chances in this business 
Ain't been sold equally and greedy hoes are gettin bored easily

Imagine going to see your pops, know he won't come home
Two nights in them hospital clothes and deep down I choke
Cuz the words that I hear are not the words I'm told
And the words that he speak are not the ones I hold
I'm always thinking bout the worst preparing when the lights get dim again
A bottle of that surf, a fresh snare and some Corinthians
A fair sense of work, an impressive share of hash 
And a mean case of stress I need a fiend's case of glass
For the dean's list of hurt, I'm stuck between doing dirt 
Or spending life tryna find out if this mean ima fail
Will I green out or will I see real odds prevail
Will I sing loud or will I ring the lean out of shells
I guess only time will tell
When the cards get smaller it's like the more pain 
You got gon make the bars get stronger
That's why my girl broke my heart I gave my all up for her
So when I spit this shit in lines send my regards up for her
With all these scars I pondered
Wrote a tape talking bout being the man
Finally understand that it ain't on shit
And there's plenty more to come and plenty more that exist 
Because the gift of writing raps is all from a consequence
I'm praying for unconsciousness
It's my one odd wish

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