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You should know me

Should've known that shit weren't real, it was lies from the start from all the shit you told me

When I look in the mirror, I don't even notice myself, I'm missin' the old me

And I hate that they judge me sometimes before they even get the chance to know me

I ain't the type to believe you love me just 'cause you said it, I'm sorry gotta show me

Never asked you for much but love and to hold me

Dyin' inside, feel I'm dyin' slowly

Demons around, they just leavin' me lonely

Had some talks with my nana 'cause she the one know me

Me and lil' Boog was like Shaq and Kobe

Two twin Glock's, one Zack, one Cody

I'ma die 'fore I blow what my teachers done told me

Went to jail as a kid and nobody wrote me

Uh, opps still playin', it's homicides

You go check the news ain't shit to prove, you ain't heard the last one died?

A **** tried to post in the hood like he was good, 'til my gun it got him by surprise

**** swear they on they Ps and Qs, **** got hit in the head from behind

Uh, if they ask how I been, I'm alive, still fine

Now they say, "Baby boy, just pray," I have, but still ain't seein' a sign

I been mixin' Xan's with Perc's plus lean it tend to fuck with my mind

I've been fightin' all these cases, hirin' lawyers, they tryna give me some time

Should've known that shit weren't real, it was lies from the start from all the shit you told me

When I look in the mirror, I don't even notice myself, I'm missin' the old me

And I hate that they judge me sometimes before they even get the chance to know me

I ain't the type to believe you love me just 'cause you said it, I'm sorry, gotta show me

Dome myself 'fore I'll let a **** hoe me

Bled all red, watch him bleed out slowly

AB on the opps in the hood like a trophy

Hot car ridin' tryna score and duck police

Fuck a big homie, we'll kill your OG

Choppas and Glock's, tend to ride with two on me

If they book bro killer we killin' his homie

Catch 'em in traffic, empty both of these guns on me

Uh, we losin' bro it's time to slide

I told lil' D-, lil ****, if they catch him a face that I want then I'll pay 'em a dime

Can't forget who got turned to a ghost all over a post, his mans ain't slid just cried

We up on the sco', we ain't losin' no more, better check the news, last month one died

Uh, I want more blood, I don't wanna be famous

I never knew the money'll make the ones I love feel like they hate me

No, I don't want no sympathy, this the life I chose, I live be dangerous

You don't see me poppin' pills and smokin' weed, I'm probably in my head just thinkin'

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