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Bitch you wasn't with me spittin in the booth, rappers these days swear they never tell the truth, some niggas was dead weight so I had to cut em loose, and now I'm killing these niggas like confederates would do, huh so tell em grab a noose, they can't hang we'd never be on the same tree, no matter how other artists may try to paint me, I'm still the same me, and will remain me, simple and plain see i've never been a trouble child, but afterwhile it felt like they ain't wanna see me smile, dealing with real life, that bill to bill life, seeing my friends kill each other, I know what that feels like, do you? It's something we've become accustomed to, my friends get high to numb the pain that's what the blunt'll do, but while that marijuana smoke is steady numbing you I hope that every precious word I've said already sunk in you
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