Pounder P - Drippin'

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I look up in the sky, even tho that i'm a atheist
Prayin for my life, cause i wanna make the best of it
The hood is my church, and the street is my testament
Homicide now and then, yourself is your only friend
Only trust them niggas, who wanna see you dead
Cause them niggas be the only ones who promise what they say
Smoke everyday, inhale haze, crunchin up on bags of lays
I think my weed laced, i got demons in my head
Hearing gunshots all the time, guess they promised what they said
Sweat drippin of they hands, livin of of tuna cans
Drivin on they lowriders, make some cash robbin banks
Livin all my days, till the streets get to me
But it prolly aint soon, my niggas like my family
They watchin' out for me
I aint got no fear, even of my worst enemies

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