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lighten figures ,smoking Ls 
and pulling triggers stack nine digits dollar signs on my home screen widgets spit and rubber And the cherries start to cry bringing havoc to the streets behind bars and wonder why sipping zurrp to my tongue falls out did my mind run away huh haha 
without a shadow of a doubt a cripple Creep the streets with rubber bands in my pocket lead flys  left and right And nobody's here to stop it then then I cock s*** return fire rocket spraying lead among the streets, politely shouldn't talk s*** smell of fear smoke out the tip as I hear the lead pierce rip I hit that cut list to the map push that accelerator flat smash that pedal through the floor 442 will bring the heat and the lead will bring the game white knuckle tight on the steering wheelcover spending bit of blood cuz I got tagged by another brother gut punched my ass and spin red wet pain this was in my teenage years The memory still remains how many lives of cost is and the holes I have to hide the guilt the shame self-punishment you'll never be the same I strip myself from the streets I took a brand new name I never looked back at the s*** I caused The Cutlass rug still stained pistol hanging up and I'm down on my knees begging for God's forgiveness in the pen saying cheese ink on all my tips of the fingers pulling triggers taking the lives acting foolish wasn't worth the nine figures time pass by wasted days laying on a cold hard bed hands clutch together always praying for the day to see the light to see the sunshine and the stars to forget the lives I took and erase all my scars for God's given forgiveness for the wrath I brought this streets this is where the old times pass and the good times cross and meet I turn myself to God my family for the best I put down the metal jackets and forever those jackets rest no more sorrow will they cause and I beg for those to follow that are in the life that I once was I know it's hard to swallow however swallow pride and forever skip the ride
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