Тональность

 
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[Verse 1]
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I got angels running 'way, I got demons hunting me
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I know 'Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33
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I tell Death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me
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I say "God, that's the one," I know she would die for me
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They want a barcode on my wrist
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To auction off the kids that don't fit their description of a utopia (black)
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Like a problem won't exist if I just don't exist
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If I grew up without a single pot to piss in
Pardon me for venting
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Congress got the nerve to call itself religious
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Rich just getting richer, we just tryna live our life
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Momma mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
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While my uncle on the phone
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He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
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I was on the road
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Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
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None of them would get along
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Momma begging him for winter clothes
I was chilling with my nigga Spook
Now they tryna take his

[Post-Chorus]
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Life don't mean shit to a nigga that ain't never had shit, yuh
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Light don't mean lit in the dark, fight don't mean fists, ooh
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Eyes don't see, eyes don't see, ice don't freeze
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Light don't leave, I don't mean lie to me

[Bridge]
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Tell me I'll be okay, tell me happier days
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Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be alone
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Tell 'em I'll be okay, when he ask how's my day
Tell 'em that we the same, tell em' that we not safe

[Verse 2]
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I got my grandaddy soul, I'm at war that's on my mind
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I seen Walter body cold, wish I could switch it with mine
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I'm not worried bout no rap shit, distractions or wasted times
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I still Go to social functions even though I'm so anti
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No I'm no Rihanna, the court gonna throw it like Donovan
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Down a bit, I just been modeling my whole career as if Pac was here
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Studio monitors shaking, I raise the apartments
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I'm bonded with profit, I made what I made, and allot it
Amount of time that's in my mind the time you was watching
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So stop comparing me to people, no I Am not them
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A lot of people dream until they shit or get
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That's life

[Chorus]
                                G
Momma mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
                      F#m
While my uncle on the phone
F#m                                G
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
               F#m
I was on the road
                             G
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
                         F#m
None of them would get along
                              G
Momma begging him for winter clothes
I was chilling with my nigga Spook
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Now they tryna take his life

[Outro]
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