fuck that n/m....how about this

I smoke a blunt to take the pain out
And if I wasnt high I'd probably try to blow my brains out
Im hopeless they shoulda killed me as a baby
And now they got me trapped in the storm I'm goin crazy
Forgive me they wanna see me in my casket
and if I dont blast Ill be the victim of them bastards
Im loosin hope they got me stressin can the Lord forgive me
Got the spirit of a thug in me
Another sip of that drink this Hennesey got me queasy
Dont wanna earl young nigga take it easy
Picture your dreams on a triple beam and it seems
dont underestimate the power of a fiend
To my homies on the block
Slangin rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
When youre runnin from the cops -- and never look back
If they could be black then they would switch
Open fire on them busta-ass bitches

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