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Intro
01:38
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i put it on my soul, this shit like family
clinch my fists like hammers, and i'd die for the team
that's on my soul, cuz i got enemies
i know some fake mother fuckers, only say what i mean
that's on my soul, i give a fuck what you think
what the fuck i look like on some internet beef
that's on my soul, i put my fist through your teeth
you talk shit like a bitch, i put your ass on the street
bayway mother fucker
any time any place, say it to my face
you and your boys ain't shit, you can be erased
i'm rollin through your hood, with nothing but a rep
if you run your fucking mouth you gon wish we never met
play that roll like a tough guy, but you know its all mine
you aint never really fuckin had it you a small time
bitch you better fall in line, cuz you know it's my time to shine
you must of lost your fucking mind
yea talk your shit mother fucker, bussin in this hoe, talk it up bitch, you finna talk no matter what the fuck goin on, so you know what fuck it
i put it on my soul
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Edge Of The Cliff
01:42
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you can't trust a soul, can't even trust myself
i fucking hate the world, i fucking hate myself
i keep getting pushed, i'm on the edge of the cliff
and i will never again, change my life for a bitch
if you cross the line one time, then you're dead to me
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Interlude
01:02
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Face
01:53
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FULL OF HATE
they tell me be a better person, but I’m doin okay
and I’m just trynna find the right words why I’m feeling this way
you try to do the right thing but everybody’s the same
you try to be the bigger man, but that shit eat at your brain
you gotta show em how you live to put em back in their place
your head be so out of vision just to end up the same
try to run the numbers up and now you back where you came
you bring a mother fucker up then put that shit in their face
I CONTROL MY FATE
FILL MY HEART WITH HATE
i don’t need your friendliness, that shit is too fake
cuz you’re a shitty mother fucker, say that shit to my face
used to feel okay, now all I’m feeling is hate
and when I try to pick myself up, i can’t handle the weight
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Break
02:09
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hear me when I say this
there’s too much weight on my back
i’m trynna figure out
how much more til I crack
i’m trynna see straight
but all im seeing is black
i try to think straight
but all im seeing is black
take a 40 to the face, til I can’t see straight
i’m not stable, feel like my life’s a waste
i don’t know who the fuck I’m supposed to be
i keep an eye out for who I let close to me
face to face
can’t you see I’m bout to break
i’ll scratch a hole in this coffin til the dirt fills my lungs
i’ll keep talking my shit until I swallow my tongue
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