Joe Budden - Freight Train lyrics

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Yo, shakers, movers, haters, rapists, losers, liars, takers, shooters<br>

with ubsurded things like I was 13<br>

when he burst on the scene<br>

that eventually hurt Keem<br>

got a tool, when he stole from dad<br>

thought it'd be cool<br>

to play show and tell so he took it to school<br>

he in class with it, stylin for mad bitches<br>

nickle bag lifted, its sad cuz he mad gifted<br>

but that buiscut will only lead to bad business<br>

moms on dope, dads just ridiculous<br>

that leaves a menace, wantin to be king<br>

but they one in the same both runnin from pain<br>

but the laughter it fell from his face<br>

when it fell from his waist<br>

and hit Ramell by mistake<br>

tried as an adult, facin a long bid<br>

but the charge might change gotta see if the lil boy lives<br>

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Yo, self, pity, chasin, wealth<br>

could be sickly if ya fend for yaself in city like nitty<br>

who sold dope his whole life, the nigga sold dope to his own wife<br>

he knew her death would come soon<br>

bein real how much drugs could she consume<br>

even hid guns in his sons room<br>

but they dont know its a secret believe it<br>

he dont want them to get hit the way that he did<br>

house raided, drove by the house sprayed it<br>

ran in stole his stash, spouse naked<br>

its real here, he thankful that he still here<br>

caught'em nine times he'll easily take the wheelchair<br>

old hustla's cant escape old madness<br>

get the same results dealin with old habits<br>

which makes nitty a lifetime sufferer<br>

who thinks it'll be ight since he lives with his very best customer<br>

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Yo, his spited vengence, moreso extensive<br>

revenge is best served cold but its expensive<br>

near steps, to revenge is near death<br>

he disappears stressed reappears witha tech<br>

you kill his dog, he gone kill your cat<br>

hispops killed his mother so he killed his dad<br>

in his head he like god damnit he crept over<br>

with the same gun his pop planted that he slept over<br>

raised as a killa from an age thats a thrilla<br>

age with no filta and that rage is familiar now<br>

faith has him sleepin over that guy responsible for that black patch over his eye<br>

pillow over al's face he leaned over and cried<br>

he sighed and said your parents wont know that you died<br>

death penalty, no annesty just insanity<br>

clock ticks on the last member of his immediate family<br>

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