Key: D# minor•
Verse 1
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(Dmac on the fucking
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track)
(Tahj Money)
Verse 2
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I'm so sick of "Farewell
s" and "R.I.P's"
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In the trenches yellin', "Gang- gang," mob ties,
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what I bleed
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Don't claim to be a opp,
'cause niggas die from that disease
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He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
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Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
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I been fooled by liars and thieves
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Iced out my Rollie but I know
time cannot freeze
Verse 3
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Once you give my pussy up,
it's over with
Miss who you used to be, 'cause
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that's who I was closer with
I'm in my bag,
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now I act like I don't know the bitch
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Before I knew what platinum was,
was tryna go on hits
Well if he act like he 'bout
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it, then put him on the list
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You better pick out a cas ket,
'cause they goin' quick
They gassed him up, now tears
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sheddin' when they post his pic
I know 'bout some flukey shit,
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I heard he died on a lick
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My whole squad's goin', bitch,
we don't do no assist
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Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane,
he ain't know his niche
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Might catch him at the red light,
tryna load his blick
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Everyday a gamble with your life,
all we know is risk
From the windy city where you're
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down to see the coldest shit
Verse 4
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I'm so sick of, "Farewell
s" and "R.I.P's"
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In the trenches yellin', "Gang- gang," mob ties,
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what I bleed
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Cb
Don't claim to be a opp,
'cause niggas die from that disease
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He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
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Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
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I been fooled by liars and thieves
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Iced out my Rollie but I know
time cannot freeze
Verse 5
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Switches on them glizzys, get
to blowin' like it's four of me
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Promise to my son,
that the streets won't get no more of me
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Remember every line
from that obituary poetry
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See they peep I'm ballin' now,
just go back to ignorin' me
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Always gotta spazz, unleash the beast
when they recordin' me
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Lord, I'm tryna take it easy on
'em, but they forcin' me
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See him in person,
then that boy won't stand on shit he been sayin'
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Pop shit like Taliban,
loadin' up them sticks in the van
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You know it's fuck the other side
'cause my niggas gone
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Always been fuck the other side,
we don't get along
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If we bump heads like Marvin Gaye,
let's get it on
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Aim for the head, that chopper spray,
we get 'em gone
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Independ ent, her hair down,
and she feelin' grown
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Tryna cor rect her flaws,
she filled with silicone
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And she ain't all innocent,
she did a nigga wrong
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I got a playlist for your heart,
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girl, pick a song
Verse 6
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I'm so sick of, "Farewell
s" and "R.I.P's"
Db
In the trenches yellin', "Gang- gang," mob ties,
Gb
what I bleed
Db
Cb
Don't claim to be a opp,
'cause niggas die from that disease
Ebm
He gon' let that .9 blow with ease
Gb
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
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I been fooled by liars and thieves
Cb
Iced out my Rollie but I know time
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