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bro talking to me like something aint right, A Gut instinct feeling so deep, that I cant shake it, so quick to hit the scene, quick to shatter your dreams right at the seams, aint no living between, when i say shit u hear hear it, i aint the one beef with, leave the streets wet, the lead gonna split heads, call an ambiance or the feds, tell them rush you some meds, the traumas sinking in, running off adrenaline, alcohol, and herb again, caught up in a whirl wind, wondering when i will win, back against the wall but im standing on all ten toes, making money on the low, dogging the 5-0, the blocks always hot so im peeping up the road, gotta off this load, steady staying stoned,