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don't know what you lost till its all gone gotchu in your feelings just to write a song this is why I can't get along with fakes in da streets these days cause all they wanna do is speak bad on my name While I try to entertain can't you see I'm working been steady on the grind since 14 mom and dad were never married so I only got half nd step siblings when grandma passed it was heart wretchin had to be strong tho hearts were breaking I just pray to God that I make it become famous so I can take many vacations I love our nation But I hate our government talking politics got my brain hurtin hold up doctor can I talk to the surgeon laying on the table My body starts burnin what could this be a demon spawn resurfaced been a fallen angel trying to gain back focus of what I gotta do just to make it through the struggle of a hustla ridin for my pirus got the block on lock telephone wires with shoes that's how u knew you were in the hood ready for a deal But the streets consumed people bc of prescription pills dropping xanny bars Or the perks just to kill all the fuckin things wrong with u now you feeling dead like a walking zombie brute gasping for air on your final note bullet to the head nd now your gone the last of your existence is in this song hoping one day you make it heard your trying to be the best in the world
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don't know what you lost till its all gone gotchu in your feelings just to write a song this is why I can't get along with fakes in da streets these days cause all they wanna do is speak bad on my name While I try to entertain can't you see I'm working been steady on the grind since 14 mom and dad were never married so I only got half nd step siblings when grandma passed it was heart wretchin had to be strong tho hearts were breaking I just pray to God that I make it become famous so I can take many vacations I love our nation But I hate our government talking politics got my brain hurtin hold up doctor can I talk to the surgeon laying on the table My body starts burnin what could this be a demon spawn resurfaced been a fallen angel trying to gain back focus of what I gotta do just to make it through the struggle of a hustla ridin for my pirus got the block on lock telephone wires with shoes that's how u knew you were in the hood ready for a deal But the streets consumed people bc of prescription pills dropping xanny bars Or the perks just to kill all the fuckin things wrong with u now you feeling dead like a walking zombie brute gasping for air on your final note bullet to the head nd now your gone the last of your existence is in this song hoping one day you make it heard your trying to be the best in the world
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