Proud to amuse but now nïggas watchin' my moves
to leave the house without my gun is something that I refuse to do//
'Cause grimey nïggas know how to act nuetral (new-choo-rule)
They'll try to get you close then let that mac shoot through you//
that's why I ride by my lonely,
keep my eyes high ridin slowly, trynna spy lies and phoneys//
but always there's a surprise,
it feels like the real type always wear a disguise..
just to appear nice, find myself near life..//
and death situations at times, like..
i'm still breathing but will this be my last time?//
seeing.. demons creepin when I be sleepin,
Bet you ain't have this wicked visions and violent dreams i've seen..//
I be slippin can't rid the sight of these beams, I mean..
I be wishing it isn't quite what it seems, I steam//
to crush up my troubles, knowin that they coming back
cause i'm still pumpin for bundles, i'm still stuck in this jungle.
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