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-Oppa hit you in your chest leave you split, leave you dead
Put like two or three shots straight through yo fuckin-
Choppa hit you in your chest leave you split, leave you dead
Put like two or three shots straight through yo fuckin' head
Got my glock, on my hip, out here lookin like a fed
Scope with a laser so you know I leave you fuckin' dead
Dropped outta high-school I don't even got no fuckin' cred
He out here, talkin' smack, ask him what the fuck he said
Said he bout it, now I'm shrouded, homeboy out there took his head
Lined it up, squeezed the trigger, then we left him fuckin' dead
All that fuckin' death left me fucked up in the fuckin' head
Poppin all these pills, no more dread, what the doctor said
Guess he lied what he said left me dying in my bed
Fighting all these demons in my head, don't know what they said
Somethin' bout, dying right, forgive me for the things I did
Chillin' in the devil's lap, yeah that's where I fuckin' sit
All those people out there talkin like they know just how it is
In the end no relations, it is what it fuckin' is
It is what it fuckin' is
I ain't got no problems
I don't even know what I just did
I just fuckin' smoked him I just fuckin' shot him in his head
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Put like two or three shots straight through yo fuckin-
Choppa hit you in your chest leave you split, leave you dead
Put like two or three shots straight through yo fuckin' head
Got my glock, on my hip, out here lookin like a fed
Scope with a laser so you know I leave you fuckin' dead
Dropped outta high-school I don't even got no fuckin' cred
He out here, talkin' smack, ask him what the fuck he said
Said he bout it, now I'm shrouded, homeboy out there took his head
Lined it up, squeezed the trigger, then we left him fuckin' dead
All that fuckin' death left me fucked up in the fuckin' head
Poppin all these pills, no more dread, what the doctor said
Guess he lied what he said left me dying in my bed
Fighting all these demons in my head, don't know what they said
Somethin' bout, dying right, forgive me for the things I did
Chillin' in the devil's lap, yeah that's where I fuckin' sit
All those people out there talkin like they know just how it is
In the end no relations, it is what it fuckin' is
It is what it fuckin' is
I ain't got no problems
I don't even know what I just did
I just fuckin' smoked him I just fuckin' shot him in his head
Yuh, yuh, yuh
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