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I gra b that pistol
Yeah i gotta do it
i cock it back and
now you drippin fluid

I wish, aint have to be this way
I get down on my knees and pray
God please make another way
Im feeling trapped at the end of the day




I tried to show my kids a better me
But now i'm right back in these streets


I can't live like this no more
I got kids that cant see me go
Im sorry baby, daddy’s long gone
In these streets, my only home

God Please, Get me out of this trap
God please get me out of this trap



Im pistol totin, im waiting for a nigga and im loaded
Then i pull the trigger and its over and watch him the ground
I dont wanna live like this
I dont,wanna live like this

Climbing to the top/ that shit is lonley
Climbing to the top /that shit is lonley
Climbing to the top/ that shit is lonley

I had to talk to God then he dropped the fascade
And he showed me the truth
And how i need to move
On niggas with the tools
And he said

If you aint really fucking bout it you gone lose
If you aint really fucking bout it you gone lose

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from Don't Kill The Messenger, released April 10, 2020

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