| Young Chop on the beat
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| Real shit
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| Dear heavenly father
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| I come to you today
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| To remove all these evil spirits
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| Keep us out of harm’s way
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| Never allow us to die broke
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| I pray for them children who woke up this morning and lost they life
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| How dare the government passin' these laws to remove the Christ
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| As soon as a tragedy happen the person you call is God
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| Now people obeyin' and prayin', they prayin' I’m sayin' it’s odd
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| Fuck the world — the government too
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| I’m keepin' it real, them killers are still in political suits
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| And I hate it, it’s people, it’s nothin' my brother or sister could do
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| But sit back and pray as we watchin' the news and we take the abuse
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| What train of thought is tellin' you shoot up a movie theatre?
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| What kind of fool gon' walk in a school and off them angels?
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| It could me my moms, my brother or sister, a friend that I knew
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| The funny thing is, it could’ve been me, it could’ve been you
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| I’m tired of people complainin' about the little shit
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| When I just lost my grandmother to that cancer bitch
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| You woke up this morning — why the fuck is you mad?
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| You broke as a joke — get up off your ass
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| I hustle like niggas is broke even though I be countin' the cash
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| I gotta get it — like I’m down to my last
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| Put that on my mama, don’t wanna go through them tears again
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| ‘Cause when you are broke, it’s nobody there, including your friends
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| Lord knows… the realest shit I ever wrote
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| But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope…
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| But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope
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| Fuck the world — the government too
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| I’m keepin' it real, them killers are still in political suits
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| And I hate it, it’s people, it’s nothin' my brother or sister could do
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| You can hate it or love it, but youngin' I’m simply speakin' the truth
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| I woke up this morning and I got the news that my homie was shot
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| Out on the block and in front of his daughter, believe it or not
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| Good people are sayin' and prayin' for innocent murders to stop
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| We livin' in Hell and it’s easy to tell some people are shocked
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| Who are you people to judge me ‘cause of the way that I live?
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| The way that I grind, the things that I did, the person I am
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| Everyone got opinions but niggas as broke as a joke
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| I went to them schools and spoke to the children that need it the most
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| I gave away toys, I gave ‘em a speech, delivered ‘em hope
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| It’s a blessing to become a blessing, my mama would set it in stone
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| Fuck these niggas hatin' on me
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| Hate is such a weak emotion
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| And money is the root of evil
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| But that’s that shit that keeps me focused
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| Sometimes I still can’t believe I’m a father
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| No pain can describe on how to reside with losin' a daughter
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| Fuck this world — the ignorance too
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| They want me to fall, but still I continue to lace up this shoe
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| Society’s being misleaded, I’m simply giving you proof
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| Them people is sellin' these lies, I’m simply speakin' the truth
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| Lord knows… the realest shit I ever wrote
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| But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope…
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| But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope
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| Fuck the world — the government too
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| I’m keepin' it real, them killers are still in political suits
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| And I hate it, it’s people, it’s nothin' my brother or sister could do
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| You can hate it or love it, but youngin' I’m simply speakin' the truth |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck Da World, artist - Ace Hood. Album song Trials & Tribulations, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп