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Children of former drug dealers Turned into some cop killers Daddy was murked before they were off that 3 wheeler Pittsburghed by a Steeler Looked to the streets as a healer This story couldn't get realer Become a rapper entertainer or athlete Little do people know it's the same thing All of them can add to your subtracting Just like gang shit your life used for taxing All roads are leading to hell We weren't smart enough to see through the spell Hunger games 3rd Quarter Quell Lost emotions only seeing a shell Starting lose my sympathy No fucks given I'm meaning literally No one heard me in my past composed symphonies Highly doubt anyone is listening Even though for years I've been shining and glistening It really don't It really don't don't don't Aye Aye Aye Aye Same Aye Aye Aye Aye I'll be dammed if I become a hologram because those are the ones catching hollows man Moving slow if you don't understand Made it to the beach making angels in sand Spent my whole life looking for peace Little did I know that's what would leave you deceased Fighting against the mark of the beast Too many centuries have we suffered defeat I don't want money I just want the platform Not worried if they printing plaques for him Who is going to make it through the last storm In the race always flip it on last turn Fuck niggas always changing the course Put us against one another just for sport Space jam always switching the court Letting off fireworks like in July on the 4th Same