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They tell me not to trip about it. Try not to think about it
Been a long ways in my life without it
Eighty-one third in the streets, yeah, I know about it
I bet that you doubt it though. -it ain't like I'm proud about it
Been up and down the city where they got sirens rebounding
I found that the town is crowded with people that been about it
Secretly wishing they lived their entire life without it
I bet that you doubt it though. It ain't like I'm loud about it
Local baker acted like the dessert he served dispersed
A portion of the curse expounded deep in my soul
And then he told me that my dad is proud of
Me being a father to my kids, the sound of that resounded
Next thing I know badges and uniforms surround me
Try not to think about it
Been a long ways in my life without it
Eighty-one third in the streets, yeah, I know about it
Try not to trip about it. Try not to think about it
I need to move on, I need some help
Never going to prove it to y'all 'less it's all gone
Move on! I need some help
Never going to lie like when I go in solo
Move on, disinter all the truth
Now that it's all gone, I need some help from you
I might just move on, it's really hard to tell if I might last this week
Last this night, last this second, and last this minute
Whenever I die, if I decide in my own state
Now that my life is coming out my own truth is honestly
Going to be a little bit of you confused whenever it seems to be
Readable inside the leaves. Can you read it? It's tea of the truth
And you need all of this inside of my own energy
All of this and then my home, and I see that it's really tone of mind
Walk the line. Walking my own path, I don't need any advice
I might listen but I don't think about it twice
I like to learn the hard way, I can't explain why
Hey now, look what the cat bring in, a bad bitch and her friend – a couple Latin chicks
What's happening, clapping cheeks, tap it in
Wrap it up, more interested in rapping shit
I keep my distance hidden, hit it, lose them digits
Bitches' actin' like they savages, I'm ravaging them britches
Dip it in her back and flip it, now she asking me to finish
Fist it, friction really ripped it so Ndedi did the stitches
I had to move on, I did it my way
I been through the desert on a horse with no name
Birds of a feather but they never share blame
This my turf, my land, hop out of my
My turf, my land, hop out of my grave

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