| I can’t depend on one basket of eggs
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| Can’t tell you sit at the table if I ain’t gon pass the bread
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| Call ourselves paper chasing since we was after shreds
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| Plotting how we could run the town like the last leg
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| Hillside dipping with the swisher in my ash tray
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| Quiet spot on the other side that couldn’t catch a break
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| Setbacks to acclimate
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| Where they ain’t tell you that you could make it
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| Or that survivor’s guilt come with the accolades
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| But if I could encapsulate the feeling that this gave me
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| I’d put it in a bottle and give it back to my babies
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| So they could save somebody else, I know somebody saved me
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| Never take this shit for granted, thats the takeaway for me
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| Done things I can’t take away and things you can’t take away from me
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| Embraced it, found myself to fill the vacancies
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| Faith for what I ain’t percieve
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| Thankful for that daily bread and daily breathing
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| Spreading love like it’s everything we needed
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| They like 'Jabee, when you running for office?'
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| I dont know
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| All I know is I’m tired of running from officers |
| Not that I do it often
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| I’m often offered no options
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| I ain’t read the book I authored it
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| Tryna see the prophet and the prophetess
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| The prophecy is profit hypothesis
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| Tryna fill my pockets got me acting out of pocket
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| Got the sermon you can cop it
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| Don’t like it, don’t knock it
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| If it’s popping you can knock it in your ride
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| That’s the gospel I provide, provisions I decide
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| That’s Colossians verse 5
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| Peace be unto you and the courage be under fire
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| Devil be undermined
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| God sent me a sign he turned my water into wine
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| And anytime I rhyme I cast my pearls before swine
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| I stay aligned but got these hoes on my line
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| Got mind on my money and my money on my mind |