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Uh I wish I could save the world? But I'm day dreamin' born curse since the day I was made from ***** Enemies is cowards so they triple teamin' Try to be angel around a spawn of evil Media labels me a demon My peeps can't rest for **** Cuz cops all over our ***** And get this Since the world is a ghetto I'm packin' 380 *** Machine Guns never let go Trigger ready for aim ain't no shame Death is a necessity I feel nobody can get next to me Wanted to be G and the spotlight But its too much sunlight **** its starting to burn my soul I'm goin' crazy **** near fold Pick up my pieces where I left off Squeeze at foes til the rounds pop off And the shells hit the ground I hear the sound Battle cry open up eyes nigguh Couldn't dodge my bullets nigguh Huggin' my gun likes its my main ***** never switch My G Code stay real til I touch my grave abode Picture me killed by one of my homies We meet back up in the after life **** the strife I'm back on the scene again Thinkin' to myself should I gat cha ? Its too late my bloods on ya hands take a stand? But I ain't mad at ya!!
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
Mad at Cha!!
Uh I wish I could save the world? But I'm day dreamin' born curse since the day I was made from ***** Enemies is cowards so they triple teamin' Try to be angel around a spawn of evil Media labels me a demon My peeps can't rest for **** Cuz cops all over our ***** And get this Since the world is a ghetto I'm packin' 380 *** Machine Guns never let go Trigger ready for aim ain't no shame Death is a necessity I feel nobody can get next to me Wanted to be G and the spotlight But its too much sunlight **** its starting to burn my soul I'm goin' crazy **** near fold Pick up my pieces where I left off Squeeze at foes til the rounds pop off And the shells hit the ground I hear the sound Battle cry open up eyes nigguh Couldn't dodge my bullets nigguh Huggin' my gun likes its my main ***** never switch My G Code stay real til I touch my grave abode Picture me killed by one of my homies We meet back up in the after life **** the strife I'm back on the scene again Thinkin' to myself should I gat cha ? Its too late my bloods on ya hands take a stand? But I ain't mad at ya!!
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
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