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Every night that I sleep in my bed I just think to myself What if I just wasn't here

Cuz I'm getting tired Playing these games with the system controlling like puppeteer
But I got my Brodie's I'm never alone pulling up one,two,three like musketeer

I got a bad bitch and no she not average I love her to death just to make it clear
Cause I'm getting tired of niggas Be judging me like a book but don't know the real

Ain't even held a conversation with most of you niggas
But you swear you know the deal
I've been trying to hit the city and save it but I'm only a man and ain't made out of steel

No I'm not perfect I'm a working in progress but I promise I am the real deal
Be sliding on beats but i do this shit perfect no room for error in my field

You nigga be testing my gangster but didnt realize a nigga was trained kill
Its time to get back on bullshit huh

You niggas be acting so clueless
niggas be testing my patients like i wont flip da switch but watch how the mood switch

Niggas be digging they own grave so i chose to leave em all inna ditch
My foot on the gas Swerving thru traffic just trynna get thru the bullshit

I'm tried of Being a outcast or treated just like a misfit
Just Tryna turn up with my niggas on the dance floor we partying getting lit

Trying to go ball like the Warriors And get me a ring just like they did in game six
I know why they mad at me cause my Flow came naturally and it got u bitch niggas sick

You Niggas be bugging and biting And irritating my skin just like a tick
Tok and the hands will never stop on the clock so just stop checking yo watch

Ain't getting paid that way lil nigga better learn some control like hopscotch
When it come to this music shit I double up triple up just to show what I got

I walk around carrying myself like a
Boss cuz I already claimed me a spot
The world is inna conspiracy nigga and I can see right through the plot

I know that these niggas is hating and waiting For us to speak out a lot
So they can grab the suppressor and slap it on us like you do the Glock

When I'm running in the field Arm stiff like a mannequin nigga you getting block
A nigga been going through a couple of things now my heart staying on lock

My baby birds done left the nest early but not by choice now Im miss my flock
I put this on everything on my mama I should have never tried that knot



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Writer(s): King Carter
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