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I stay lit till laying wasted on pavement
then wake up n aim quick nines at niggas to stage licks.
Claim cliques. Bang clips. Leaving bodies in cases
with family laid adjacent that prolly' made it to Satan.
Thats real killa, aint a fashionable statement,
No ones in fear because that side of us grew brashly complacent.
I aint a bastard bent on reppin the struggle till I can make it
Just a coffin dweller bringing in light that never has faced shit.