Unforgiven

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Yo
 I'm contemplatin', my soul is in a custody fight with God and Satan
 The rap or crack, I go hard for paper
 Niggas ain't even as smart as Daja
 And think they're rockin' me to sleep or poppin' me with heat
 I don't even take you serious, I think you envious
 I feel it, I was born to deal bricks
 And come through the hood in ill whips
 The realness, who you think you deal with?
 I don't fear shit nigga, fuck around and get hit up
 Your blood stains the pavement like paint from a portrait I painted
 Your moms seen the coffin and fainted
 You swimmin' with the sharks and the water is tainted
 If you feel it in your heart (bring it)
 My infared beam is on ya head
 My Desert Eagle severs people when I squeeze it
 I measure keys, you small time, barely felony
 Only bigtime with jealousy, my mind tellin' me
 Fight like a mantis, you triflin' badgers wanna see me in a casket
 Stop dreamin', life's a bitch I'm not leavin'
 I'm not even, cheatin' on, or bring it on, so I can start squeezin'
 My nigga Biggie must have prophesied
 When he said somebody gotta die
 My nigga Pac must have felt deception
 When he asked, nigga "Do you wanna ride or die?"
 Y'all niggas better duck when you fuck with me
 Trust is a luxury, I can't afford it, so I prepare for war
 I smear the war with two of ya mans with plans you sweared were flawless
 I turned kids to orphans and live with caution
 You can't match the status, in a jag with ten crack commandments
 Blazin', fake niggas can't stand it
 I got shit established, strugglin' your hustlin' skills are average
 Look and learn bitch, my cooker turn
 A key to a key and a half, and he don't even use a lot of heat on the glass
 I surpass Niño, blast like Callito, die slow
 The fast life is evil, I'm designed to blow
 Like a nigga who need time on the phone, you get it?
 Forget it son, I'm in a zone, I'm a live nigga
 When I decide niggas must die, kiss your loved ones goodbye nigga
 It's fucked up, but it's justified I got cliques
 That go through brick and whips customized motherfucker
 I get money, sit on bricks and 20s (uh)
 Niggas ain't takin' shit from me
 

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Duration
02:06
Key
7
Tempo
97 BPM

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