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Yeah
One time for the dead and gone
And when I'm gone
Hope legacy carries on

I am not your enemy
Ironically
I always seem garner plenty hate for me
I have nothing
Yet the reason for their hate is jealousy
Surprisingly
Hate is just love remissed
They wanna be's
Now I see why I got all these mini me's
In front of me
Reluctantly
I see it all as a form of flattery
Live and let die that's what was taught to me
Until they try me
Another casualty in a form of assault and battery
Protecting what's mines with an urgency
Karma real
And right now God granting clemency
Niggas getting shot
Their mommas calling emergency
Young people dying before they know what they purpose be
Purposely I know that time is a form of currency
Spending time with family and loved ones is a luxury
Get it
Currency time spent luxury
Now you see why I ain't got time to be wasting time with the fuckery
Pardon me
Killah twelve is a star
I been on a roll like when Spanish people rolling their Rs
I be rolling with nickahs that only carry A-Rs
I been rolling up that gas got me high with the stars
Just know when I spit I'm hospitable
Don't try your luck
I got niggas that come get at you
Fire rounds leave you dead or in the critical
Body in the ER bullets left you hospital-ble
And I hate that has to be a fact
Every time I leave the house
The main goal is coming back
Just trying to provide
Don't even know if Ima make it back
Evils of the world
So when I roam the goal is make it home



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Writer(s): Ricardo Jenkins
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