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Deacon: Ice cube said laugh now, cry laterIt's sad to see us livin like that till pine's laid upNot straight up about death or misstepsNo regrets, just weed, sex, worldly patternsI miss Vatos and Bless, i miss my sisterThe other day my nigga was stabbed to deathI laughed with step bout holy scriptureHoldin blunts bigger than his casket, growed amongst grass unkeptStill smokin, bet he's still blowinSingin with sam cooke bout a change comin as we keep pourinLiquor out for those that passedIt's killin our livers because we dyin so fastLow on cash, who ain't? ain't no jobsEither you slang and make music or you detail carsYa cut hair, ya sell clothes or you live on chargeI barely got enough bread to give a cell phone barsFuck puttin bars on paper, there's bars in face ofHalf my niggas, spark the garcia vegas and ride countryI'll be damned if they stealin my pride from meFuck the world, i ain't destined to die hungry[hook]The lies, the pain, the truth, the hurtThe music, the soul, it's all in the dirt[bridge]Letras de cancionesLay back and just rideJust rideNatti: Enter my zone, blunts stuffed enough for selfBravin this world, puttin up smoke for helpPeace pipe under the street lights type of wealthGreenery coats the scenery, my whip turn leftRight away from them rollers posted up at the cornerSchemin to meet they quota off of niggas with sodaThey love to get em together like lime and coronaTwisted, like my niggas still reppin they hoodDon't own a brick up in that bitch but swingin they woodGoin to bat for that? shit, i wish i wouldIn the thick of it, only with my kin i stoodMake sense of it with dollars only if i couldTo trade children and a beautiful wife for a crack pipeOr beaten in the system, just missin the daylightOr missin in the system of hustlin all nightShit must have been a'ight at some point in our sightTill in a fashion we rationed off a portion of lifeCoastin into a future that we strive to make bright, come onCoastin into a future that we strive to make bright, let's go From Letras Mania