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Victim
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Yhung T.O.
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X this motherf*cka slap This that, four Glocks in the whip Bounce out trippin' if the mops on they sh*t I know karma is a b*tch matter of time before it sit If the police get behind us don't be driving like you sick And before they pull us over we'll kick one on they ass Thinkin' 'bout the things that I done did up in the past Damn I miss my n*ggas, I can't cry so I'ma laugh Do it get better in the end? Lord that's all I gotta ask Tryna ease my mind 'cause if I don't then that's a homicide Took my lil' brother from me, left a n*gga traumatized I can see the hope when I be lookin' in my mama eyes Gotta keep that pistol, I won't let 'em make my mama cry Devil on my back, I can feel someone controlling me Glock like my b*tch and that b*tch a take a soul for me Pray I make it out this life, one day, hopefully BIP Tu, I can feel you watching over me God, why you taking everybody that's so close to me? I want my n*ggas with me this is not how it's supposed to be Smoke to ease my pain, I wish lil' bro could smoke this dope with me n*gga ain't no folding me, b*tch it ain't no ho in me Barely even speak, I sit back and I just think a lot Been going through some thangs all that pain made me chief a lot n*ggas wanna see me on that tee so I keep a Glock Late nights talkin' to lil' bro, told 'em keep a spot n*ggas think they hard, but life get harder I ask, "Why change?" if ain't nothing gone change so sh*t why bother? I miss my brotha, I miss my brotha And I don't wanna be another victim in these streets so I keep my gun tucked Truth is, the truth less interesting than the lies So lie straight to my face and don't you tell me that you lying You gon' hurt me anyway if I'm prepared then I'll be fine I know my mind f*cked up, I'm f*cked up in my mind I'm trying to ease my mind 'cause if I don't it's gon' be pressure Tryna figure out how they won't smoke up n*gga's Tesla Tryna figure out how I can live without my weapon Tryna figure out how we keep walking through they section Lot of b*tches they be plotting on my kind side All these n*ggas tryna hit me from the blind side All these diamonds on my neck they came from Highline How we get all of these guns? They came from blah, blah I would never tell a soul all the sh*t I done did I be clutching on this pole when I walk through the crib God wouldn't've invented sins if he ain't want me to sin n*ggas praying that I lose since they don't want me to win n*ggas think they hard, but life get harder I ask, "Why change?" if ain't nothing gone change so sh*t why bother? I miss my brotha, I miss my brotha And I don't wanna be another victim in these streets so I keep my gun tucked
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