| Woah
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| Oh x 5
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| Yo
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| It’s like speeding down the highway
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| With a blind fold on
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| No hands on the wheel
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| Hopin' God will lead me my way
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| And I know he real
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| So my grandma say what I
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| Feel a sweat from the sun
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| Cause I work construction
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| I gotta take care of my son
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| I got one in the oven on the way
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| Rents late, two months
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| Cause my land lord talks too much
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| Hands full of calises
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| And I still got the magic touch to make wifee blush
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| I been workin' it out since a high school crush
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| Foots on the clutch
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| Minds on my money
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| But my money ain’t there
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| But I will not resort to welfare I care
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| Can’t stop
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| Won’t stop
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| Couldn’t even do it if I tried
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| If I said I did I’d lie
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| Let’s ride x 2
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| Ride…
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| I need a favour tonight
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| More than heaven knows
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| I need a favour tonight… x 2
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| Could God do me a favour?
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| I could really use a favour
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| Can I get it tonight?
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| (repeat once more)
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| No
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| Christmas here
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| I’m taking time and a half
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| Gotta make that cash
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| Even if a nigga gotta drive that cab
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| I’m gonna treat it like a limo
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| Didn’t know? |
| y’better ask
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| Somebody told me
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| Closed mouths don’t eat
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| Closed eyes may never ever see
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| So I try with everything I’ve got to not sleep
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| But it’s hard to run if at first you don’t creep
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| After work take the long way home
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| See a lotta whips dipped out in chrome
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| Thinkin about a house but I can’t get along
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| So I day dream on my way back to my zone
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| Thinkin about my son look when he full grown
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| Will he be raised right or another street clone?
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| Everything I know God knows gotta shown
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| Lettim know he is not alone
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| He on x 2
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| On…
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| I need a favour tonight
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| More than heaven knows
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| I need a favour tonight… x 2
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| Could God do me a favour?
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| Really use a favour
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| Can I get it tonight?
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| (repeat once more)
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| It’s like im
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| Drownin' in a world of failure
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| But
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| I can’t stop 'til my suits are tailored
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| Well
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| I really can’t trust my neighbours
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| Some
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| Only trust in they Lord and saviour
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| Gotta believe in the fact
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| That he must want better for us
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| Like young C gotta do it for us
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| My car broke down
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| F*** the bus
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| F*** the mayor
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| F*** the city laws are unjust
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| It’s like why do I try
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| When I feel I’m gonna die
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| Without a tear left in my eye?
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| I work the hardest see the least
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| It’s like cultivating the harvest
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| Not seeing the feast
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| I don’t wanna get philosophical go-to deep
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| I have faith but I’m afraid to take the leap
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| Most of what I know
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| I know holds me back
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| Instead of learning
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| I want that lac
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| Come on x 4
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| I need a favour tonight
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| More than heaven knows
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| I need a favour tonight… x 2
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| Could God do me a favour?
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| I could really use a favour
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| Can I get it tonight?
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| (repeat once more)
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| Yo cuz
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| Why you takin' me to the water B?
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| I mean
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| Shit is peaceful
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| I mean this real romantic
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| You know I’m not into that shit?
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| Right?
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| Some of my friends are terrorists
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| Some of my friends deal crack and I am not OK with this
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| Some niggas I know only back me because I rake dough like a gardner
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| Fuck it I work harder
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| I don’t like most hip hop out
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| There’s a secret society of niggas who wanna shout
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| «turn that bullshit off!»
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| I should shut my mouth?
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| Next thing you know I ain’t welcome down south
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| Of the border
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| I don’t believe in turfs or a section
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| I believe in community
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| Where anybody can walk good without protection
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| I believe that Dilla was the numba one dude in rap
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| But there on the slaps of haikus
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| I spite you for not givin' it up
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| Fuck what that nigga say, nigga give it up
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| Why black people act like little kids?
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| Make mad excuses when they know what it is
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| Be like them white folks invest that shit
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| Instead niggas clownin' on the red carpet
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| Showing my neice that a million on the neck
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| Is the hot shit
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| Is bloodclot disrespect
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| And growin' up poor don’t make you ignant
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| Act your age
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| Don’t act your pigment
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| Race to the top
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| Don’t let your race stop you
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| From revolution
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| Open your mouth and bust shots
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| Read books
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| Young nigga say «hello,»
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| Screw faces an' fuck me we know you spines jello
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| Spit what you been through
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| Spit what you know
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| And don’t waste my time
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| Fuck your demo
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| Yeeaah… |