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the bitch once, now she wanna cry\nSnitches told the feds, I had an alibi\nBrokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night\nI don't know her name, she wanna have my child\nLaughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild\nNumbed to the pain, so I keep a smile\n\nI lost connections to the streets and I was in denial\nI seen a grown man shed tears 'cause he lost his trial\nI said the streets are crazy, feeling just to lose a child\nHave a one-on-one with God, yeah, been a while\nI woke up paranoid off drugs, I said, I'm tired now\nI answer my phone in the middle of the night\nLike who done died now?\nKnowin' I'm involved\nBut we gon' slide by when it dyin' down\nI don't know who opps no more\nYou look crazy, I'm firin' rounds\n\nI love the streets, it's a portion of me\nI came from nothin', to the voice of the streets\nI got blood in the streets\nThe way he died, I advise he died in his sleep\nThat's the trenches, yeah, yeah\n\nI can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid\nAnd there's way too many homicides\nBought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'\nFuck the bitch once, now she wanna cry\nSnitches told the feds, I had an alibi\nBrokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night\nI don't know her name, she wanna have my child\nLaughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild\nNumbed to the pain, so I keep a smile\n\nPublic conversation got you touchin' clouds\nPopped the wrong pill, hit the wrong dial\nAin't no visitation, waitin' for the trial\nTook my last name, this ain't 'bout the child\nReal classy Jazzy, when don't do no trollin'\nGotta treat you like you dead when you playin' bogus\n\nSee, Pluto, you my brother, gotta stay focused\nSometimes I get in my feelings, too, I wish I wore a Trojan\nThey tryna go viral off of DMs, that's why I'm antisocial\nI'm just tryna teach the killers not to use emotion\nI got a whole bitch, don't think about my old bitch\nI'm just tryna live my life and catch this moment\n\nI can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid\nAnd there's way too many homicides\nBought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'\nFuck the bitch once, now she wanna cry\nSnitches told the feds, I had an alibi\nBrokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night\nI don't know her name, she wanna have my child\nLaughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild\nNumbed to the pain, so I keep a smile\n\nWe ain't even get no sleep 'round this shit\nYou make a temporary decision\nThat caused permanent pain\nShit ain't goin' nowhere (I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid)\n(And there's way too many homicides)\nThat hood mentality feel like you can go through anything, nigga\n(Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin')\n(Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild)\n(Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.52] This ain't a diss song, this a real song\n[00:03.49] Nigga, we ain't runnin' from no responsibilities\n[00:06.11] I take care of families\n[00:08.12] I'm embarrassed over this mess that I done caused\n[00:10.90] I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid\n[00:12.64] And there's way too 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runnin' wild\n[01:06.71] Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile\n[01:08.97] I lost connections to the streets and I was in denial\n[01:11.72] I seen a grown man shed tears 'cause he lost his trial\n[01:14.52] I said the streets are crazy, feeling just to lose a child\n[01:17.74] Have a one-on-one with God, yeah, been a while\n[01:20.36] I woke up paranoid off drugs, I said, I'm tired now\n[01:23.17] I answer my phone in the middle of the night\n[01:24.69] Like who done died now?\n[01:26.28] Knowin' I'm involved\n[01:27.02] But we gon' slide by when it dyin' down\n[01:28.92] I don't know who opps no more\n[01:29.98] You look crazy, I'm firin' rounds\n[01:31.68] I love the streets, it's a portion of me\n[01:34.10] I came from nothin', to the voice of the streets\n[01:36.80] I got blood in the streets\n[01:38.96] The way he died, I advise he died in his sleep\n[01:41.93] That's the trenches, yeah, yeah\n[01:42.46] I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid\n[01:44.13] And there's way too many homicides\n[01:46.55] Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'\n[01:49.65] Fuck the bitch once, now she wanna cry\n[01:52.38] Snitches told the feds, I had an alibi\n[01:55.07] Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night\n[01:58.06] I don't know her name, she wanna have my child\n[02:00.97] Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild\n[02:03.76] Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile\n[02:06.52] Public conversation got you touchin' clouds\n[02:09.31] Popped the wrong pill, hit the wrong dial\n[02:12.35] Ain't no visitation, waitin' for the trial\n[02:15.14] Took my last name, this ain't 'bout the child\n[02:17.99] Real classy Jazzy, when don't do no trollin'\n[02:20.75] Gotta treat you like you dead when you playin' bogus\n[02:23.50] See, Pluto, you my brother, gotta stay focused\n[02:25.92] Sometimes I get in my feelings, too, I wish I wore a Trojan\n[02:28.98] They tryna go viral off of DMs, that's why I'm antisocial\n[02:31.83] I'm just tryna teach the killers not to use emotion\n[02:34.68] I got a whole bitch, don't think about my old bitch\n[02:37.76] I'm just tryna live my life and catch this moment\n[02:39.43] I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid\n[02:41.37] And there's way too many homicides\n[02:43.77] Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'\n[02:46.65] Fuck the bitch once, now she wanna cry\n[02:49.36] Snitches told the feds, I had an alibi\n[02:52.16] Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night\n[02:55.35] I don't know her name, she wanna have my child\n[02:58.26] Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild\n[03:01.02] Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile\n[03:04.39] We ain't even get no sleep 'round this shit\n[03:08.03] You make a temporary decision\n[03:10.85] That caused permanent pain\n[03:13.44] Shit ain't goin' nowhere (I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid)\n[03:15.59] (And there's way too many homicides)\n[03:16.84] That hood mentality feel like you can go through anything, nigga\n[03:18.32] (Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas 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See, Pluto, you my brother, gotta stay focused\n  Sometimes I get in my feelings, too, I wish I wore a Trojan\n  They tryna go viral off of DMs, that's why I'm antisocial\n  I'm just tryna teach the killers not to use emotion\n  I got a whole bitch, don't think about my old bitch\n  I'm just tryna live my life and catch this moment\n\n  I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid\n  And there's way too many homicides\n  Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'\n  Fuck the bitch once, now she wanna cry\n  Snitches told the feds, I had an alibi\n  Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night\n  I don't know her name, she wanna have my child\n  Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild\n  Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile\n\n  We ain't even get no sleep 'round this shit\n  You make a temporary decision\n  That caused permanent pain\n  Shit ain't goin' nowhere (I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid)\n  (And there's way too many homicides)\n  That hood mentality feel like you can go through anything, 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I had an alibi\n  start_ms: 169080\n  end_ms: 171810\n- text: Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night\n  start_ms: 171810\n  end_ms: 174530\n- text: I don't know her name, she wanna have my child\n  start_ms: 174530\n  end_ms: 177540\n- text: Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild\n  start_ms: 177540\n  end_ms: 180450\n- text: Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile\n  start_ms: 180450\n  end_ms: 183410\n- text: We ain't even get no sleep 'round this shit\n  start_ms: 183410\n  end_ms: 186760\n- text: You make a temporary decision\n  start_ms: 186760\n  end_ms: 190380\n- text: That caused permanent pain\n  start_ms: 190380\n  end_ms: 192540\n- text: Shit ain't goin' nowhere (I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid)\n  start_ms: 192540\n  end_ms: 195070\n- text: (And there's way too many homicides)\n  start_ms: 195070\n  end_ms: 196660\n- text: That hood mentality feel like you can go through anything, nigga\n  start_ms: 196660\n  end_ms: 198790\n- text: (Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin')\n  start_ms: 198790\n  end_ms: 200320\n- text: (Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild)\n  start_ms: 200320\n  end_ms: 203360\n- text: (Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile)\n  start_ms: 203360\n  end_ms: 204000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 204000\nplain: |-\n  This ain't a diss song, this a real song\n  Nigga, we ain't runnin' from no responsibilities\n  I take care of families\n  I'm embarrassed over this mess that I done caused\n\n  I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid\n  And there's way too many homicides\n  Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'\n  Fuck the bitch once, now she wanna cry\n  Snitches told the feds, I had an alibi\n  Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night\n  I don't know her name, she wanna have my child\n  Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild\n  Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile\n  Gotta keep it stashed up for the trial\n  Material intentions, gotta play a foul\n  I'm a rare form, like a hyena runnin' wild\n  All the opps gettin' gunned down\n\n  I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid\n  And there's way too many homicides\n  Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'\n  Fuck the bitch once, now she wanna cry\n  Snitches told the feds, I had an alibi\n  Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night\n  I don't know her name, she wanna have my child\n  Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild\n  Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile\n\n  I lost connections to the streets and I was in denial\n  I seen a grown man shed tears 'cause he lost his trial\n  I said the streets are crazy, feeling just to lose a child\n  Have a one-on-one with God, yeah, been a while\n  I woke up paranoid off drugs, I said, I'm tired now\n  I answer my phone in the middle of the night\n  Like who done died now?\n  Knowin' I'm involved\n  But we gon' slide by when it dyin' down\n  I don't know who opps no more\n  You look crazy, I'm firin' rounds\n\n  I love the streets, it's a portion of me\n  I came from nothin', to the voice of the streets\n  I got blood in the streets\n  The way he died, I advise he died in his sleep\n  That's the trenches, yeah, yeah\n\n  I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid\n  And there's way too many homicides\n  Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'\n  Fuck the bitch once, now she wanna cry\n  Snitches told the feds, I had an alibi\n  Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night\n  I don't know her name, she wanna have my child\n  Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild\n  Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile\n\n  Public conversation got you touchin' clouds\n  Popped the wrong pill, hit the wrong dial\n  Ain't no visitation, waitin' for the trial\n  Took my last name, this ain't 'bout the child\n  Real classy Jazzy, when don't do no trollin'\n  Gotta treat you like you dead when you playin' bogus\n\n  See, Pluto, you my brother, gotta stay focused\n  Sometimes I get in my feelings, too, I wish I wore a Trojan\n  They tryna go viral off of DMs, that's why I'm antisocial\n  I'm just tryna teach the killers not to use emotion\n  I got a whole bitch, don't think about my old bitch\n  I'm just tryna live my life and catch this moment\n\n  I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid\n  And there's way too many homicides\n  Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'\n  Fuck the bitch once, now she wanna cry\n  Snitches told the feds, I had an alibi\n  Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night\n  I don't know her name, she wanna have my child\n  Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild\n  Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile\n\n  We ain't even get no sleep 'round this shit\n  You make a temporary decision\n  That caused permanent pain\n  Shit ain't goin' nowhere (I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid)\n  (And there's way too many homicides)\n  That hood mentality feel like you can go through anything, nigga\n  (Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin')\n  (Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild)\n  (Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile)\n"}]