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Bankrol Hayden
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Ayy, God told me we gon' make it out eventually Standin' tall but it's been fuckin' with me mentally These streets cold, niggas smoke you like a chimney But pain is temporary, I ain't trippin', it ain't shit to me God kept me, I'm woke, I got a purpose I'm a victim of two murders This shit got me feelin' worthless We was drivin' hella fast, I woke up seeing nurses Happened in a second, mind spinnin' like a circus, nigga I'm in the back seat, how the fuck it's my fault? November 29th, almost died up on that asphalt Bro switched up, throwin' shade like a fast ball I pray for better days, keep my faith, I'ma stand tall They like Hayden fell off, I'm like hell nah Tryna keep me in this bed, I'm like hell nah Love my brothers, bro we tighter than a dreadlock Promise to be rich but for now we down, this bedrock Rest in peace to that family in that casket And I mean it when I say I ain't want this shit to happen I done had a wake-up call so for now I'm stuck to rappin' Rest in peace to Noggy, for your love I'll make you happy God told me we gon' make it out eventually Standin' tall but it's been fucking with me mentally These streets cold, niggas smoke you like a chimney But pain is temporary, I ain't trippin', it ain't shit to me God told me we gon' make it out eventually Standin' tall but it's been fucking with me mentally These streets cold, niggas smoke you like a chimney But pain is temporary, I ain't trippin', it ain't shit to me Look, burst knuckles, morphine in my IV and shit And with this bag on my stomach, nothin' spicy and shit I'm moving slowly to the top, being silenced and shit I swear to God I love this music, bro I'm dyin' for this I'm in this situation, but God know I'ma make it through I woke up in a bed and there was nothing I could do They say they feel my pain, but they can't even wear my shoes Six days with no drink, six days with no food, huh God told me we gon' make it out eventually Standin' tall but it's been fucking with me mentally These streets cold, niggas smoke you like a chimney But pain is temporary, I ain't trippin', it ain't shit to me
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