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    I got felons for roommates
    Pay the rent with drug money
    I got killers for roommates
    Pay the power bill with blood money
    Bitch talkin' 'bout funerals some birthdays
    B-days don't matter no more, how you turn on your court dates?
    I wish lil' Marcus was still breathing
    How long after you die 'til you stop grieving?
    Bro nineteen, on his fortieth birthday, he'll be a free man

    We'll never wanna catch a DB even though we playin' defense
    You know every move I make, every tool I take
    There's not a second I ain't tryna survive
    Can't believe you told, that only means you dead
    [?] in my head but you ain't alive
    Young nigga in a Dawn
    Came from home invasions
    Gave 'em felony murder 'cause his brother died
    His momma ain't visit him one time
    And the time I gave 'em time out my [?]
    Tell me, how you feel about me? Wanna fuck you with your crew
    Tell me, how you feel about me pourin' nothing less than a deuce?
    Tell me, that you sent a junkie to the pharmacy too
    Tell me, that you sent a crackhead in a Walgreens too
    We was fighting fed cases
    Took a plea, he was tired of waiting
    She had a bag, and she fumbled it
    In Alabama, I'm as big as Saban
    I won't recruit her
    I got bros who really need appeals, but they ain't tryna do Percs

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    I got felons for roommates
    Pay the rent with drug money
    I got killers for roommates
    Pay the power bill with blood money
    Bitch talkin' 'bout funerals some birthdays
    B-days don't matter no more, how you turn on your court dates?
    I wish lil' Marcus was still breathing
    How long after you die 'til you stop grieving?
    Bro nineteen, on his fortieth birthday, he'll be a free man

    I know that you got Codeine in you
    I know you got the medicine in you
    I know that you got opium in you
    I know you got a blind heart in you
    I know that you got street smarts in you
    Don't rat, I know you got some years in you
    Don't rat, I know you got a dime in you
    Don't tell, I know you got a dub in you
    Don't tell, I know your children you need to tend to
    But these the streets, you knew what you was getting yourself into

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