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Verse 1 I don't Care what another Thinks about a motherfucker My life began in the gutter I live Therefore I suffer The pressure made you crusha The struggle made me tougher Like a hole in my head I need another lover I bring an extra rubber Cause this life will fuck ya A heat I do tucka Stay smokey like Chris Tucker It's hard to trust others When motherfuckers Can't wait for you to turn your back to fuck ya Sistas or brothas Niggas don't love ya And if you don't tuck a heat You get your dome shuttered Chrome desert? Wrong, nigga It's a .450 tone and the wrong color With a scope on the long barrel With the infra-red get-up When blood get spit bitch you won't get up So Don't get up in my grill Thinking that you won't get lit up (Hook) If I took my words just like they came out I've would've been blown my brains out To get my name out I write like this Just to ease my stress I write my shit for the manic depressed Who give a fuck less (Repeat x1) And they say... That my mind is like the land of the lost And these thoughts of mines can't be bought for any cost (In this) Motherfucking chase for wealth Feels like I can't trust no motherfucking body but self (And why's that?) Nobody understands my brain Nobody else feels my pain So they say I'm insane (And what else?) All the love I've ever had is gone All I have is fear of dying alone What I'd rather be (Why?) The solitude is like a breath of fresh air Cuz the truth is no one cares if I live or die (But why not?) I'm full of hell But don't ask me why If I die I know noody would cry At my funeral... Wonder why I speak on death so much? Cuz it's the only thing that I trust You can count on it (Damn) Sounds cliche but the natural fact is All you can count on is death and taxes In this life... (That's fucked up.) (Hook x2) (gunshot)