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Just love me before I'm gone, Just love me before I'm gone, Just love me before I'm gone, Just love me before I'm gone, Just love me before I'm gone You heatin' up, Lavish All the mistakes that I done made, Dug, I'm still payin' for em Never runnin' out of debt, Trouble still payin' for em Lost my soul to the streets, Ain't nobody prayin' for em I'm a troubled child of the ghetto, That's the fuckin' sin for em Life in the streets, full of grief, Tryna make it till tomorrow So cold when I was broke, Niggas, I ain't never bore F*ck my soul, Even at the lowest points in my life No regret, shit gon' happen, How it happen? That's life In the streets, I was robbin', stealin', dealin' and sinnin' Tryna kill the niggas who cross me, Nigga, all I know is winnin' Hate losin', But shit, you gotta lose it like the win All the mistakes I made once, I'd never make again No warm clothes for the winter, Frozen nigga to death Mama was strugglin', Doin' the best that she could By herself, no fuckin' help, And on top of that shit, I was a burden Bein' a troubled adolescent, Had my mama drink and burn All my mistakes, I was stugglin', Livin' in a life of sin Every mistake I made once, I'd never make again After all the fuckin' killin' and stealin' and drug dealin' In these streets, movin' me, It's a fuckin' cold feeling I wasn't there, When people needed me the most I was gone, But the saddest part about it Shit, I knew I was wrong, Tell me this Shit you got, Did you get it on your own Do you know the fuckin' feelin' of bein' cold and alone Feel the chill in my bones, It's the coldest fuckin' feelin' When niggas cross you in life, Did it make you think of killin' Child in the winter, Nigga, all my motherfuckin' thoughts chillin' I struggle with livin' right, Still a nigga end up sinnin' Fucked over people I love, Shit, I did it out of love Protected murder charges drop, Shit, I couldn't fit the glove When all these niggas had to rob, Shit, I stole it like the glove Soapin' in sins, Lord forgive me, My mistakes of a thug Careless mind in this cold world, I'm coated in ice I carry pistol in this ghetto, It's gambles, I roll the dice Nigga, money and murder, The tribulations of life Nigga, when it's time to kill, It ain't no thinkin' about it twice Got the world on my shoulders, In this war I'm a soldier Still defyin' all the odds from everything they done told ya F*ck the world, I been prayin' all my motherfuckin' life Me is scarred, Now I'm mentally scarred from all the strife Tattooed and scarred up, Prison got me balled up Prayin' to God, Cause all my motherfuckin' life been hard luck They told me to have faith, I'm prayin' they shit changin' I walkin' amongst the evils, All these flames steady rainin' No umbrella, So I'm feelin' all this pain and rain, rain False religion, I'm a sole survivor up in this ghetto Lord, just tell a nigga why my real niggas had to die I'm a sinner, And it's a me, a motherfuckin' reason why Nigga
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