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[Verse 1]
They don't love us
Don't love one another
Still rattles and snakes
And still battling fate

Call the doctor
Streets became an opera
Do not cross the stage
Pain sings from far away

Gotta bang, gotta bang
Gotta skeet skeet skeet
Gotta slang, gotta slang
Gotta eat eat eat

Gotta aim, gotta aim
Gotta pop pop pop
Got em laying, got em laying
In the streets streets streets

Gotta leave leave leave cause they coming for me
Bust one bust two-three then conceive
Only in MJ we could believe
Cause my daddy just wasn't there for me

Pills and pistols popping
Popping bottles for my niggas
I got different types of bitches
Broken but I got all these fixes damn

Nigga went to college
Now they looking at me different
Don't know why I'm still a nigga
In this world of superstition

[Chorus]
Maybe in another life
Everything will come to the light

[Outro]
And this one for my niggas and my bitches
Hope they with me
Looking at our history
Hoping we restore the feeling
Oh I hope we learn to love before we die
If not just let me light it for the afterlife

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