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Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it... I'm leave it like that 'cause I ain't doing shit for a bitch again Been there (been there), done that (done that), fuck it (fuck it), yeah yeah I'ma sit my ass back, ain't none of y'all putting work in You wanna make money? Man that's so ironic Pass me the gun, I'm shooting up Get out the way or you're fucked You're fake as hell and I had enough The Reaper's here and I'm tired as fuck You can't just think that I'm gon' take your shit We've been tied up, lied to I ain't trying to hear no more of that shit Man shut the hell up I've had a long ass day You don't put no food in this bitch Always trying to find a night, real shit, I ain't slept in a year Trying to stay cool but I always get mad then I end up here Shit, sometimes a nigga even end up in jail Fucking with you I fell, my heaven on earth is just hell But it's too late the ships have sailed If it's time to die then farewell, see your asses in Hell I'ma leave it like that 'cause I ain't doing shit for a bitch again Been there (been there), done that (done that), fuck it (fuck it), yeah yeah I'ma sit my ass back, ain't none of y'all putting work in You wanna make money? Man that's so ironic Pass me the gun, I'm shooting up Get out the way or you're fucked You're fake as hell and I've had enough The Reaper's here and I'm tired as fuck I know you don't care 'cause you're looking right past me The voice inside me is telling me to run Would you're life be better if you people never met me? Hope there's no guns since you think that I'm dumb I know you don't care 'cause you're looking right past me The voice inside me is telling me to run Would you're life be better if you people never met me? Hope there's no guns since you think that I'm dumb I know you don't care 'cause you're looking right past me I'ma leave it like that 'cause I ain't doing shit for a bitch again Been there (been there), done that (done that), fuck it (fuck it), yeah yeah I'ma sit my ass back, ain't none of y'all putting work in Pass me the gun, I'm shooting up Get out the way or you're fucked You're fake as hell and I've had enough The Reaper's here and I'm tired as fuck
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