[Verse 1: SURGE]
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[Verse 2: LXWLIFE]
Loaded up with the mag
I ain't understand why the passion tryna catch up
Loaded up with the percs
You ain't know about this hurt
But I gotta get the hurt
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You wanna count my flaws
Paint the pictures of the cross
[?] from the wall
I can't count on anybody for the [?]
I'm so fucked up
I'm so fuckin' filled with drugs
Don't you lose yourself
Laid out in the back with a hearse
I'ma write my verse in the fuckin' hurt