Kuddie Fresh - When I'm Gone (Remix) lyrics

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Kuddie Fresh - When I'm Gone (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] Police might just pull this ride Find them keys up inside Give a n***a 55 Yeah, any second my clock could stop Get hit with a couple shots Will they miss me like I'm Pac? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Will they miss me when I'm gone? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Will they miss me when I'm gone? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Will they miss me when I'm gone? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Will they miss me when I'm gone? [Verse 1 - 360] Riding dirty in this clean a** coupe Batmobile flying by, [?] Cops on my tail, I ain't tryna go to jail [?] mask that smell when the dogs come (woof!) Moves got to get made, bills got to get paid They gon have to dig my grave Before I'm 12 years a slave They can lock up my physical They can't lock my soul Can't take me out this early, cause this young n***a got goals These cops is out for blood, they k** me and beat the case like oh well I ain't forget about Oscar Grant, Ayanna Jones, or Sean Bell Shots, shots, shots, shots I ain't feel the effects of this liquor yet n***as tell on you quick for some Mickey D's and a f**ing cigarette First 48, be your last 48 Seconds on earth, boy started from the dirt With a little bit of work and a 38 Facts only, I take your pack Don't cry, don't b**h, don't sneak That's tax homie That come with the game when you live your life like this Ice my neck, then I light my wrist Cop my crib, upgrade my whip sh** turn bad and a n***a get caught Only got one question, will I still be missed? [Hook] [Verse 2 – Trae Tha Truth] I'm on the block feeling like hell in my face I pray to god through the night that I end up safe I got that work in the trunk, banger on my waste f** jail, tell the people I'm going out with a chase Any money that I get must go all up in my safe If I get jammed up, it's going all in my case All about the benjamins, like [?] Have three or four n***as going [?] in your place I sit and wonder would half my n***as miss me If I went to jail, would half these hoes diss me Only if the hood would rip me like [?] Or if I'm gone would they somehow forget me Even though it's gonna be hard to do I live it up, there ain't no promise that I'll come back through I'm married to the streets, n***a said “I do” For all of my n***as dead that I said I knew Imma get it till I got it, never quit, just hustle Heavy in the game, you can tell I got muscle Straight to the point, don't get sh** shuffled [?] player like a n***a named Russell Stay ducked dog, never stay on the radar f** with real n***as, can't tell you what they on All these nice times end up flying Pain so close, everything else so far [Hook]

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