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TraduçãoAre you doin' this work to facilitate growth or to become famous?Which is more important?Getting or letting go?You can do anything, anything you can do (you can do anything)You can do anything, anything you can do (you can do anything)Everything come back around full circleWhy do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful?Everybody gotta cry once in a whileBut how long will it take 'fore you smile?This is that come back to life shitMy niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shiftAnd paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon (bitch, I'm back out-)YeahTo the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the jointTurn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a jointCheck out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appointsAnd you'll see how I flipped, like exclamation pointsMy niggas shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guardsEnough straps to fill four U-HaulsMore death than World War II causedAround these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughtsOf black corpses in county morgues, Lord, those images hauntin'I ain't been asleep yet, it's ten in the mornin'I'm sendin' a warnin', a problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop AwardsI'm startin' to see you niggas don't want itI'm sick of this flauntin', from niggas I know for sho' ain't got mo' dough than ColeTrash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe to toeWe laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole, to blast at yaBass masters, look how they tote a poleGotta know the ropes and the protocolOr they gon' for sho blow your clothes half off like a promo codeMade a lil' tune called Foldin ClothesAnd a nigga still ain't known to fold under pressureWell you know what Cole do, make a diamond, they just rhymin'Me, I'm quotin' goldOne phone call get you canceled like a homophobeIn this PC culture, address me as the G.O.A.T.Like they call Chief Keef Sosa, in my sectional like a fuckin' three piece sofaI'm known as the chosen oneAnother dead body lay frozen, that's how it go sometimesWhen niggas weighin' coke and not the pro's and consWell I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher, so I go for minesEverything come back around full circleWhy do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful (yeah)Everybody gotta cry once in a whileBut how long will it take 'fore you smile?This is that come back to life shitMy niggas pick me up and we gon light the city up as if the sun had the night shiftAnd paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soonNow I know why they call it blue moon (yeah)Survival at all costs, everyday niggas get logged offBodies get hauled offPassin' a funeral procession while holdin' my breath in the car I thoughtAt times, it be feelin' the devil be winnin' but do that mean God lost?Just got off the phone with my nigga, he back in the kennel, my dog lostI brought him 'round close to me before but heBecame addicted to clout and all the hoes we'd meetI slowly peeped jealousy on his breath, whenever he spoke to meLike on the low, he feelin' like in my shoes is where he supposed to beI tried to ignore the signs, but there in the back of my mind, it feltLike lettin' a nigga come sleep on your couch and he eatin' up all yo' groceriesMy nigga repeated this quote to me, I felt its potencySaid: Most of these niggas gon' hang themselves, just give 'em the rope and seeShit, I heeded that, and what got showed to meWas screamin' that, some niggas you gotta leave 'em backUnfortunately we seen the trapNiggas be on that demon clock resultantlyThey fiend to clap as often as the Genius app misquotin' me, uhMeanwhile, I see that yo' diamonds is glistenin'I'm glad that you shinin' but need I remind you my niggas is dimin' and nickelin'?Scrapin' up whatever coin they can find, the pettiest crime they committin' itJust to get by for a limited time, the steepest of mountains they tryna climbI'm here tryna find the derivativeYou niggas don’t feel me, you see the cloutYou don't see the real meIf I was sick, you niggas wouldn't heal meThat's why I'm healin' myself, gettin' in tune with my GodSlowly revealin' myself, buildin' my wealthA nigga touch mine, I'ma kill 'em myself, trust meEverything come back around full circleWhy do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtfulEverybody gotta cry once in a whileBut how long will it take 'fore you smile?This is that come back to life shitMy niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shiftAnd paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soonNow I know why they call it blue moon (yeah)Bitch, I'm back outside, niggaI'm back outsideI'm back outsideBitch, I'm back outsideEverybody mentions suicide preventionMan, they even made a hotlineTo call up when there's tensionBut I got a questionWhat about a fuckin' homicide?Need a number for my niggas to callWhenever there's a urge to get triggers involvedNeed a number for my niggas to callWhenever there's a urge to get triggers involved
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