[Sample: Joe Bonamassa]
Sometimes, I wonder: "What am I gonna do?"
Sometimes, when I'm afraid...
I still look around for you
No matter where you go
Ain't no matter what you do
There's a place, in my heart, for you

[Intro]
We still here
Right, right?

[Hook]
Guns up
N***a, put your guns up!
If you got your gun tucked, then n***a, put your gun up!
Been a long time coming, but we still livin', still breathin'
Still eating, still toting, still squeezing, still leaving n***as

[Verse 1]
Dear, dearly departed, I hate that you had to leave a n***a
Hate it had to be this way, I wish we would've seen it clearer
I ain't seen shit realer than myself looking up in the mirror
Told myself: "When I get out, that bag, I gotta go secure it"
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'Til I fly around the world like I'm a private jet
I'm just getting hotter, I ain't even on fire, yet
You n***as garbage, how is y'all not fired, yet?
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'Wood after 'Wood 'til I become a higher me
Meek Mill and Wayne, them two n***as inspire me
Gotta get rich, show my people the finer things
Used to eat leftover collard greens
[?]
Villains was firing, tryna retire me
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Hip Hop need me like a arterty
This shit apart of me, it can't depart from me
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They killed my brother, we made it real bloody
You stuck in the field, then you bound to get muddy
Yeah, I remember them days I was crummy
And all them lil bitches, they thought it was funny
Until I get money, now them hoes wanna fuck me
[?]
I am too smart to let n***as one up me
[?]
Smoking on Buddy
Feel like my lungs just collapsed
I make hits back-to-back
We do hits back to-back
We got poles up in traffic, got poles in the trap
Look, we been won this race
Bitch, you still running laps
Swear, I be putting my soul in these tracks
If you a hoe, we exposing the facts
Say you got money, well show me the racks
Say you won't fold, n***a, show me the strap
N***a, gimme that shit!
Been making hits, I don't think I can miss
I told bro, "Ain't a bitch I don't think I can't hit"
[?]
Pass me the pole, that's a squad's assist
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N***as be acting real tough until they feel that scorching shit
Then they reporting the shit
[?]
I don't support the shit
Me, I can't go, I'ma leave a n***a DOA
'Fore I let a n***a try to kill me, no way
I'ma eat, you ain't gotta save me no plate
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(Hold on!)