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Cigarette$ In a Cell
Dioscuri
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Hard to make a Request
You can never tell what's next
Hard Times We Facing
Candles on No Cake
Tied down, They Praying for Sun Down
Oh no
When they come to lock all the doors
We asking for Cigarettes in a Cell
Ironic how I quit smoking
Hustle a ciggie then pass to the bro's
The cancer culture came with white men on boats
The beauty within came with Guns and the Roses, Damn
Mama raised a soldier
Know the pain I'm enduring only bring me closer to closure
It's illegal to talk on my situation
So incriminating but they don't know
Don't feed on the rumors see I ain't got friends
They washing their hands with the sunlight
Bet they don't want Curi in the Limelight
But my God is bigger then my problems
They envy cause they not involved with him
Forgot how to pray now they holdin me back
I see all the fear when I be Around
Hard to make a Request
You can never tell what's next
Hard Times We Facing
Candles on No Cake
Tied down, They Praying for Sun Down
Oh no
When they come to lock all the doors
We asking for Cigarettes in a Cell
People pray a nigga fell
Niggas switch up when the popo come cause niggas are afraid of the cell
You wasn't loyal since day one nigga right now it rings the bell
I pray Curi overcome all the situations that he is in
He is getting bigger and wiser I know
He my bro we stick to the code
I really see the envy in your eyes
You want my bro behind these bars
But that shit will never gon' happen
Everything comes to light when problems are bigger who ready for battle?
I go to war for all of my niggas man I do not care about levels yeah
Hard to make a Request
You can never tell what's next
Hard Times We Facing
Candles on No Cake
Tied down, They Praying for Sun Down
Oh no
When they come to lock all the doors
We asking for Cigarettes in a Cell
Cigarettes in a Cell
Hard to come by oh well yeah!
Tell a Copper go to Hell Yeah
Tell a Copper go to Hell Yeah
Yeah, I do it for moms I don't play
For my niggas I jump on a cake
Fake niggas they can not relate
Hop in the stu then I am changing the mood
Tell a Copper go Hell
Can't even tell that a young boy is doin it yeah
I rockin designer my name
So tell em that I'm on the way
Most of you niggas can't fuck with the crew
Most of you niggas can't do what we do
Reach for the stars we reach for the moon
We really tight when we jump in the coupe, Damn
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