Lyrics Thoughts - Crucified
Lost
many
friends
over
this
cold
flow
See
them
in
the
wind
we
don't
talk
no
more
Even
my
kin
folk
walk
like
hoes
Try
to
get
up
in
my
potential
goal
Won't
let
em
win
no
i
don't
think
so
160
percent
you
go
'head
go
I
don't
need
a
benz
(?)
to
know
that
im
that
dope
I
don't
recommend
it
try
to
test
my
soul
Man
i
been
the
illest,
im
that
cold
Feel
like
im
being
sentenced
but
i
walk
through
Like
im
dodging
bullets
at
my
window
Man
im
straight
up
killin
the???
And
im
gaining
wisdom
like
im
that
old
See
me
winnin
chillin
and
on
my
smoke
If
they
wanna
hit
it
i
got
that
so
come
and
get
ya
ticket
im
at
my
shows
Im
on
that
illness,
chronic
tote
Dont
chill
with
bitches
im
on
my
own
Me
and
my
fam
and
me
and
the
ghost
see
me
outside
im
on
that
toast
How
many
snitches
how
many
hoes
Aint
none
in
my
crowd
cuz
i
stay
alone
Im
rollin
around
fucked
up
on
my
throne
won't
throw
it
down
hold
up
sip
slow
Damn
im
gone
again
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