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These people shitted on me and it left a sour taste
You call it love I know it well where I'm from they call it fake
If you think they hate me now wait until I get a wraith
You can't shit on me forever only so much I can take
Uncle Pat I'm coming for you nigga you was never safe
What you did to me and bro Imma put one in your face
Gotta make sure you go under you belong down in the grave
I'm so blessed still here even though I misbehave
Not a dollar to my name still saying gods great
Ain't no guarantee I end up at gods gate
Gotta take care all my people making sure they all straight
What you know about it nigga you and I we can't relate
Telling people I won't make it but I'm really running late
What you know about it nigga all the demons that I faced
Nightmares of a casket but inside I see my face
Yea that's what they wanna see crazy thing about it
That's my fam we blood deep crazy thing about it
I would starve to see you eat just like Riley in Miami
Imma product of the heat you get nothing here for free
These people shitted on me and it left a sour taste
You call it love I know it well where I'm from they call it fake
If you think they hate me now wait until I get a wraith
You can't shit on me forever only so much I can take
Uncle Pat I'm coming for you nigga you was never safe
What you did to me and bro Imma put one in your face
Gotta make sure you go under you belong down in the grave
You call it love I know it well where I'm from they call it fake
If you think they hate me now wait until I get a wraith
You can't shit on me forever only so much I can take
Uncle Pat I'm coming for you nigga you was never safe
What you did to me and bro Imma put one in your face
Gotta make sure you go under you belong down in the grave
I'm so blessed still here even though I misbehave
Not a dollar to my name still saying gods great
Ain't no guarantee I end up at gods gate
Gotta take care all my people making sure they all straight
What you know about it nigga you and I we can't relate
Telling people I won't make it but I'm really running late
What you know about it nigga all the demons that I faced
Nightmares of a casket but inside I see my face
Yea that's what they wanna see crazy thing about it
That's my fam we blood deep crazy thing about it
I would starve to see you eat just like Riley in Miami
Imma product of the heat you get nothing here for free
These people shitted on me and it left a sour taste
You call it love I know it well where I'm from they call it fake
If you think they hate me now wait until I get a wraith
You can't shit on me forever only so much I can take
Uncle Pat I'm coming for you nigga you was never safe
What you did to me and bro Imma put one in your face
Gotta make sure you go under you belong down in the grave
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Writer(s): Phillip Voltaire
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