调：Bb minor•
Verse 1
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Aliya Renée Yates and Dontez Antonio Yates
Interlude 1
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Verse 2
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I in hale with the scent of a million men
17 up in the front I am
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God knows all the sacrifces I made
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They phony, funny but they don't know
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I'm feeling stuck with a capital S
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Rotting away in the Midwest, I guess
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No more pain I complain and pray to God,
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It was unbearable until
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But when I lose altitude that high
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Makes me wanna just come down and die
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Who's responsible for this madness,
Who's responsible for this sudden
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I can see, I can look into your eyes
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die!" when all the bullets fly
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Because I'm the worst type of nigga on this here turf,
Verse 3
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me under
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But I been too long trying
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The worst, the worst, yeah
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After all that I been through
Verse 4
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What it is? What it was and what
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it shall be? You tell me
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So I'm thinking of killing you when
I got plenty and mean
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Under child social ser vices and shit
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My khakis are low sagging from
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illegal type little baggies
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Pushing ten of them on top of the
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world like James Cagney
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Feel that agony people nagging me
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My raggedy life ain't worth living,
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sick of my aunt and uncle dragging me
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Smoking tok ing my life away
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Tryin to put this trife away in the
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If I could fly today to the golden gates
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I could get away from this place of hell and fakes,
that's me
Puffin that stronger W- double
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Cause I'm the worst type of nigga on this here turf,
Verse 5
They keep trying to pull me under
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me down)
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yeah)
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After all that I been through
(Tell me what to do)
Verse 6
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Q if you ain't crew
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My pockets thin, about to sin
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To get that Henn, to make that blend
To make that fool come
Devilish thoughts,
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God tell us what we got to do to make
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Spell it out to me 'cause
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I'm psycho like Woody Harrelson
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perfect mates
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Bitches yellin', head is swellin'
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I burst, into a blood thirst,
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No hearse, nobody's turf
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Fuck planet Earth, disperse
the worst (the worst)
Verse 7
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the wor st, yeah
They keep trying to pull me under
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But I been too long trying
(But I'll make it through this time,
Verse 8
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I know that it can't get no worst
The worst, the worst, yeah
After all that I been through
I just don't know what the hell to do
(Tell me what to do)
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