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Ugh, I can't sleep at night lately
The devil tryna f**k with me
I pray to God (Lord), I'm tired of sellin' dope
(I'm tired of sellin' dope) I'm tired of sellin' dope (Woah)
I pray to God, I'm tired of sellin' dope
(I'm tired of sellin' dope) I'm tired of sellin' dope (Woah)

I pray to God, I'm tired of sellin' dope
Lil' boys keep hatin' on me, they mad 'cause they broke
You got a new come up, keep it on the low
'Cause you could die in these streets, that's just how it goes
Your own friend'll set you up for a little paper
You fell in love with that b*t*h, she was your biggest hater
The devil 'round me, but I would never sell my soul
I'd rather die in these streets, fill me with bullet holes

Tryna do right, I keep makin' mistakes
Hand to the Bible, I never been fake
How you buy yourself a new chain
When your kids ain't even got food on their plate?
I been betrayed so many times, earn my trust, it'll take a while
You can hear the pain in my songs, you can see it even when I smile
Crush up a pill and snort it, pour out the pint
My problems are gone, I'm flowin'
Temporary fix, I got a permanent problem
Tryna do good, I'm surrounded by drama
Head so f**ked up, trust issues, some of them caused by my own father
Reality kickin' in, maybe I'm runnin' away from my own damn karma
I don't trust no man, I just trust my AK-47
They don't understand, I been hated since age of 11
I bet they'd be happy if they got the news that I'm in Heaven
I bet when you see me in this Rolls Royce you think it's a blessin'
I think it's a curse 'cause everything around me hurts
I pray to God it get better, but this sh*t keep gettin' worse
Blood, sweat and tears (Boom), I'm gettin' tired of this sh*t
Pick a side, homie, go legit or should I sell these bricks?

I was blackballed in this rap game, it was back to flippin' that pack, man
I got dope boilin' my blood, so you know I stay with that sack, mane
Drug-dealer mentality, cut everybody off, that's what it had to be
Why you jealous of me? If I eat, you gon' eat
Every day a holiday, yeah, we gon' feast
You did me wrong, this ain't no entertainment, this my life in a song
These lyrics gon' f**k you up the day that I'm gone
See, I'm different, I don't f**k with ya, but I still forgive ya
'Cause Lord knows I ain't perfect
I'm a sinner, keep on flippin', ain't no limit
Hundred million, I'ma get it, stayin' up every night, workin' hard
These drugs got me sweatin', who do you trust? I don't trust a soul
Talkin' to myself, doctor, I think I need some help
One-one-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten pills in my nose
I just made a album in a day, snorted an ounce of blow
Tryna be a better man, change my ways, but I can't
Every time I try to change, I'm being chased by the dope

I pray to God (Lord), I'm tired of sellin' dope
(I'm tired of sellin' dope, woah)
I pray to God, I'm tired of sellin' dope
(I'm tired of sellin' dope, woah)

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