LYRICS
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This ain't a diss song, this a real song (Dy Krazy)Nigga, we ain't runnin' from no responsibilitiesI take care of familiesI'm embarrassed over this mess that I done causedI can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid and it's way too many homicidesBought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'Fuck the bitch once, now she wan' crySnitches told the feds, I had an alibiBrokenhearted, fuck my bitch every nightI don't know her name, she wanna have my childLaughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wildNumb to the pain, so I keep a smileGotta keep it stashed up for the trialMaterial intentions, gotta play it foulI'm in rare form like a hyena runnin' wildAll the opps gettin' gunned downI can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid and it's way too many homicidesBought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'Fuck the bitch once, now she wan' crySnitches told the feds, I had an alibiBrokenhearted, fuck my bitch every nightI don't know her name, she wanna have my childLaughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wildNumb to the pain, so I keep a smileI lost connections to the streets and I was in denialI seen a grown man shed tears 'cause he lost his trialI saved the streets, a crazy feeling just to lose a childHave a one-on-one with God, yeah, it been a whileI woke up paranoid off drugs, I said, "I'm tired now"I answer my phone in the middle of the night, like, "Who done died now? "Knowin' I'm involved, but we gon' slide back when it's dyin' downI don't know who opps no more, you look crazy, I'm firin' roundsI love the streets, it's a portion of meI came from nothin' to the voice of the streetsI got blood in the streetsThe way he died, I advise he died in his sleepThat's the trenches, yeah, yeahI can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid and it's way too many homicidesBought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'Fuck the bitch once, now she wan' crySnitches told the feds, I had an alibiBrokenhearted, fuck my bitch every nightI don't know her name, she wanna have my childLaughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wildNumb to the pain, so I keep a smilePublic conversation got you touchin' cloudsPopped the wrong pill, hit the wrong dialAin't no visitation, waitin' for the trial (Ain't no visitation)Took my last name, this ain't 'bout the child (Woah)Real classy Jazzy, real don't do no trollin'Gotta treat you like you dead when you playin' bogusSee, Pluto, you my brother, gotta stay focusedSometimes I get in my feelings, too, I wish I wore a TrojanThey tryna go viral off Dms, that's why I'm antisocialI'm just tryna teach the killers not to use emotionI got a whole bitch, don't think about my old bitchI'm just tryna live my life and catch this moment, yeahI can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid and it's way too many homicidesBought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'Fuck the bitch once, now she wan' crySnitches told the feds, I had an alibiBrokenhearted, fuck my bitch every nightI don't know her name, she wanna have my childLaughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wildNumb to the pain, so I keep a smileWe can't even get no sleep behind this shitYou make a temporary decisionThat cause permanent painShit ain't goin' nowhere (I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid and it's way too many homicides)That hood mentality feel like you can go through anything, nigga (Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wildNumb to the pain, so I keep a smile)
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