We live paycheck to paycheck, and plus i'm a common dude who,
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Get your priorities straight and have your groceries paid
Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great
To heaven's door -- shed so many tears
Fuck a life, murder common sense,
Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time
Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine
Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes
It flew across the globe and heated the hearts like a stove
And “smack a hoe”, this is common, oppressive,
Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give
Till i die being fake never was a must,
With such an ugly picture in it and
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