| The kids want hits
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| I hope I don’t hit 'em too hard with this
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| I think I got a good shot, yeah
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| Like Annie Leibovitz
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| I’m going in
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| And I might never come out again
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| And if I do, yeah
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| Nothing will be the same
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| Money, drugs, bitches, fame
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| Money, drugs, bitches, fame
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| It really does change the game
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| It really does change the game
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| On a sunrise two years ago
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| Was the first time I saw my son’s eyes
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| I am the father of God, the son of God
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| And the brother of Jesus Christ
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| Amen, put your hands together
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| And make 'em clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
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| This is how we pray, fuck did y’all say?
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| That’s what I thought
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| Nothing that I need I ain’t already got
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| 'Cause when you plant these seeds
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| Money really grows on trees
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| I’m going in
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| And I might never come out again
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| And if I do, yeah
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| Nothing will be the same
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| I’m going in
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| And I might never come out again
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| And if I do, yeah
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| Nothing will be the same
|
| Money, drugs, bitches, fame
|
| Money, drugs, bitches, fame
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| It really does change the game
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| It really does change the game
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| Money, drugs, bitches, fame
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| Money, drugs, bitches, fame
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| It really does change the game
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| It really does change the game |