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Bitch I'm fuckin broke
Prolly catch me slangin dope these days
I been rockin dolo
Got no bro's these days
And my hair ain't seen a comb
Got no hoes these days
By myself
Cuz I know I'll never fold these days
Still break bread in the store
Pray for health
Not my own
Plagued by death
Hope u stay
Too much death for my age
Too much stress that shit reg I just gotta learn how to cope it
Momma said we be fine ain't been through what you did
Tell me fore ya go I gotta know
Plenty on my mind ya never know
I might just decide it's time to go
Everything great till it ain't
The hood make a thug from a saint
Tamir was a thug Kyle ain't
That's the picture they been trynna paint
But fuck em cuz you giannis in the paint bro

2 cup dont share my location
Bitches book yo flight to heaven liqour limit lookin different
Look at what the fuck I'm sippin
Highs
We seen lows
We seen highs
We seen cold
We seen fire
We give praise to the highs or whoever gave us life or my
2 cup don't share my location
Bitches book yo flight to heaven liqour limit lookin different
Look at what the fuck I'm sippin
Highs
We seen lows
We seen highs
We seen cold
We seen fire
We give praise to the highs or whoever gave us life or my



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Writer(s): Stephon King
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