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Hate to go outside
Shit can get hairy
Niggas really die
Mommas baby buried
Born for the grave
Nothing more is guaranteed
Tell us just to pray
Like its not heavy
I don't really mind
Death is better off for me
Better off dead
Fuck the world
Not for me
Tell em bout my words when I'm buried
Tell em bout my worries, shit can get hairy
Peeking through the blinds
Is the reaper there
I really wouldn't mind
But my peeps is here
Chaos on my mind when the evening clear
When I let it run, let the evil in
Peeking through the blinds
Is the reaper there
I really wouldn't mind
But my peoples here
Chaos on my mind when the evening clear
When I let it run, let the evil in