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We almost there cuz Goddamn, where the finish line? Fuck this shit, I need some chees And I need the cookie and the nestle If I have to kill then God bless me All these pussy motherfuckers, they shouldn’t have test me Left me looking like the villian , I was thinking of ending Nobody knew what I was going through All these motherfuckers saying what they gonna do But then again all these motherfuckers ain’t true So who am I gonna trust, am I going on and bust Myself nigga, damn this shit Fuck riding round’ nigga, fuck being rich I can’t take it, the shit to thick And it ain’t my fault So I ought to give the motherfucker telling lies to me Hey the say, what it’s gonna be, but empty pockets all I goddamn see D-e-f, no ones left, then again, shit no ones right I’m a kill my damn self the night I get fear, it ain’t my fault he couldn’t fight It ain’t like, when I motherfucking die, this whole world gonna fall apart But it’s a race, and I got a bad heart Breath in the mouth, and I got a head start I’m running for nothing, I’m running for nothing (x8) So I’m gonna kill myself A motherfucker tellin’ me what he gonna do When I knew the motherfucker wouldn’t do shit A nigga tease you, then a nigga leave you Cause he heard that the shit done got thick, punk bitch I’m still in the mood for cocaine The only thing I see when a nigga look Come and get the baking soda, then open up the powder ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? if it really don’t matter What the fuck you been through If a motherfucker see you doin’ better, my nigga I’m here to tell ya’ Motherfuckers gonna hate you Not a clue, if I really wanna new motherfucking 22. ? ? far away I never would have had a chance and would have killed myself on yesterday Hook This heaven, where the streets of gold, and why the hell is the a/c off Where the fuck, all the loved ones that I lost Fuck this shit, take me to the boss Do you understand the cost, ever paid In order for me to be here tonight Nigga what’s up, something ain’t right Tell the lord to turn on the damn light Feeling like an angel when I take flight Shit, as I try I’m on the damn mic All my ? ? is out of damn sight Look, why the fuck I was packed so tight Nigga I ain’t mike I’m michael Think I’m in the wrong spot Not only do I have on black, it’s too hot But why my k motherfucker ain’t shot I got those halos, hello, motherfucker shit nigga, I’m talking to you Slap the clip in the tech 22. Let the shit fly ? ? ? Now I got a clue, where the fuck I’m at Shawty want the tech and a nigga want the bud Nigga just bleedin’, motherfucker out of blood Looking at me smilin’, asking me what I got cuts, but cuts got down ? ? shit I can’t tell Went from dwellin’ in hell on earth, now I’m living inhaling hell  More Pastor Troy Song Lyrics
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