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Got a passion for this shit, I put my heart up in it And it's long live Tank, we TTA, same niggas I started with I try my best to be the greatest and a good father figure I'm losin' my mind thinkin' bout blood all the time, not knowin' my father did it See I got demons in my head, sometimes I pray they go away Mama say the way I'm livin', I'm two steps 'way from the grave 'Fore I let these niggas take me, goin' out blowin' full the Drac' Just pray for me and hold your head, I promise you gon' be ok Searchin' for the opps, get a load then we bendin' That lil' hoe say she love, but I don't know might be pretendin' She just wan' ride the wave, we on road to the riches My bro just called my phone, said grind, ain't got time for these bitches 'Fore I walk out the house, stunt my Glock with extensions This the way my cards is dealt, but all I know we stand on business When I be off the drugs, can't lie I'm feelin' different Soon as we scope the drop, walk up and don't shoot from a distance Uh, uh I'm with the same niggas We in the car, fo' deep, fo' gem, fo' choppas, nigga my gang different Told lil' bro before he hop blow with that switch, make sure he aim wit' it He said "brudda I got you, gon' kill these niggas" he vow he ain't missin' Told that bitch she wan' be part of the five then she better play her part Found out the girl was a hoe, I know I'm gangsta but that shit had my heart Nothin' I gained from that, it's sad to say I'm glad we grew apart Fuck it, I'm done with love, it's safe to say 'cause that shit left me scarred Fuck it I'm done with love, she done left me with plenty wounds Told her go hit the streets before I let that hoe come pick and choose Just know them tables turn, man get back this your critical Probably gon' fuck a fan and I'm tryin' make sure it stick with you Searchin' for the opps, get a load then we bendin' That lil' hoe say she love, but I don't know might be pretendin' She just wan' ride the wave, we on road to the riches My bro just called my phone, said grind, ain't got time for these bitches 'Fore I walk out the house, stunt my Glock with extensions This the way my cards is dealt, but all I know we stand on business When I be off the drugs, can't lie I'm feelin' different Soon as we scope the drop, walk up and don't shoot from a distance (uh, uh)
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