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i see the pain of my decisions but ive been here before,
fifth of jack on the table throwing seeds on the floor.
all the things i dont did remind me of some mob shit,
a menace to the good life sentence tucked by my dick.
I aint sayin ima g id rather live than die,
but this world be a cold one, and its an eye for eye.
Keep it blood for the blood if you plan to make it through,
homies come and go turning fraud thats just what they do.
Put my trust in myself keep it money over bitches,
cause them hoes will let go when you stop calculating digits.
And as the money slows down everything else just follows suit,
From ya homies helping out to the gas in the coupe.
The drugs all gone like the days of my life,
now its suicidal dreams and cold sweats through the night.
dreaming of the better life that ill probably never see,
but a couple death threats and wrong turns never stopped me.