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Count it all up, I can never get back
I count it all up, I can never get back, uh

Let's speak on the facts, It ain't too many that like to do that
The time that I lost, I can never get back, I got kicked out the house, had to sleep in the trap
I'm wearing [?] speak [?], bitch I don't cap, I ain't never liked hats
Pockets was slim, now my shit real fat
Give 'em that look and my shooter attack
Stuck in the streets and my feelings attached
No love in my city, shit feel like Iraq
Young niggas down 'cause these young niggas strap
Ain't gotta quest to go [?] step on my [?]
Loyalty seems like it never exist
Close friends turn into enemies quick
They used to treat me like I wasn't shit
I swear I been through a whole lotta shit

More money, more problems, shit making me sick
Grown niggas beefing, ain't making no sense
Do this for times when we couldn't pay the rent
Now 'til my next dollar you get fifty cent, uh
It's cancer forever, the reason we spent
Speak on my name, bitch you got me bent
Blew his shit back, Now he can't speak again
I never went missing, they ask where I been
All I can hear is my name in the wind
Lord forgive me for all my sins
Forever thugging like this 'til the end
I'm sick of losing, I'm just tryna win
Hi-Tec, I never fuck with the gin
[?] jump in the streets how I [?]
Young nigga balling like I'm Chamberlain

Let's speak on the facts, It ain't too many that like to do that
The time that I lost, I can never get back, got kicked out the house, had to sleep in the trap
I' wearing [?] speak [?], bitch I don't cap, I ain't never liked hats
Pockets too slim and my shit real fat
Give 'em that look and my shooter attack
Stuck in the streets and my feelings attached
No love in my city, shit feel like Iraq
Young niggas down 'cause these young niggas strap
Ain't gotta quest to go [?] step on my [?]
Loyalty seems like it never exist
Close friends turn into enemies quick
They used to treat me like I wasn't shit
I swear I been through a whole lotta shit

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