| Ha ha ha ha ha ha…
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| Got some shit I gotta get off my chest one time, you know what I’m saying?
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| Yep
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| Didn’t know I was wrong nigga
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| Till I hit the game like Malaysia plays at a loss nigga
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| Too fair with it you acting like your life hard nigga
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| Industry in trouble wanted down for this dame never that show niggas up
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| All through this streets, heavily involved with it I’m Mars pit it
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| Vertigo in the booth and I’m sharper than whoo
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| I snatch you a bitch and believe me never been neither
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| Homies got that knock team, the whole white that leave with the Bimmer
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| I need a breather, underachiever, my teacher said I’m a demon
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| Mom getting calls in the evening
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| Me with the mic, better do it and keening
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| Granny had me dreaming the day she left me was really grieving
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| If Cade at number one I’m number two with it
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| Got to prove with it coward Die Hard nigga I’m Bruce Willis
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| I’m Dr. Seuss with a Roo head out the booth with I
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| Tell her if the shoe fits it’s ooh niggas through living
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| Ain’t nobody gon stop me
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| Put in work, I deserve my shine
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| All my life tryna block me
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| Hit the verse I’m a make my line
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| Kneeling down to the Lord every night that I pray
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| Hope he hear my cry
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| Kneeling down to the Lord every night that I pray
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| Hope he hear my cry
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| Motherfucker got a confession
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| I possess the God particle lock me up for possession
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| If a relationship with God should be grateful proper protection
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| Bitch I am the show and prove don’t need to ask me no question
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| Segregation well you should probably stay in the section
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| We ain’t repping the same you’ll eventually learn your lesson
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| Oh how quick you become a victim
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| As soon as you pelp the weapon
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| Like it woulda made a difference
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| If I know that you wish you had carried a weapon
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| The Lord hearing me crying I pray and beg you don’t push me
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| It’s different from the way you cry after we had to go hurt you pussy
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| Ya’ll make time to destroy him because I’m focused on building
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| Like the first brick that I stole from and Flatbush
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| I do this shit for my children until I force em to forfeit
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| An incurable sickness that was quietly laying dormant
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| Then I flare up at anytime for niggas that think they important
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| The body in a box is the last image I leave in a portrait
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| Then glamor it motherfuckers
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| Ain’t nobody gon stop me
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| Put in work, I deserve my shine
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| All my life tryna bock me
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| Hit the verse I’m a make my line
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| Kneeling down to the Lord every night that I pray
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| Hope he hear my cry
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| Kneeling down to the Lord every night that I pray
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| Hope he hear my cry
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| Ain’t nobody gon stop me
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| All my life tryna block me
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| Hope he hear my cry
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| I pray hope he hear my cry |