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Guns Up Losing Sight

means to an end to understnad what's wrong with a world that i built for myself and id kill with my own hands im losing sight, im losing my mind and

, careful who ya love She said just wrap it up These bitches actin up As for us, we was different tho Things have gotten difficult Tried to be Mr. Perfect, Enter continental, hold up

see me roll up or ride up on a bike Dressed in all black with my pistol in your sight But it will be my man in all white that walks up with a knife I

or hate me baby Refer to 3:36 baby That's the rule, please niggas don't get it confused See this game that we playin', y'all playin' to lose Who's next

or hate me baby, refer to 3:36 baby That's the rule please niggas don't get it confused See this game that we playing, y'all playing to lose Who's next

how we do Word up, yo Let dark pass no stunting >from the real Better get your 4 pound god Let's proceed Yo, what yo, yo Verse 1: la I run up on

got nothing left to lose 'Cept their guns and their wounds Now they're crossing borders Sheriffs posse on their tail They'd rather die together Than be stuck up

scherm for this musical session (STOP!) stressin, testin, second-guessin, who's 'fessin? Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens The guns

Now how can one get up off the spot God damn raise a family get up off the block Where the city don't love and they don't care But I will take you there