Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing
Ain't whining, just surviving, ain't hiding, just climbing,
Of yourself now everyone just
With such an ugly picture in it and
Or maybe that was just me i'm just so fucking lucky
Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy
Observe as i swerve towards her in corvettes
Aimin' at his partner who know he up next
For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine
This is just my year, just my day, and just my time
Just keep it straight and just not bent
Half your body laying on my chest
I still got haters
No need to stop and swerve
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