| Our Father who art in Heaven
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| Hallows be in our frame
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| Thy kingdom come, thine will be done
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| On Earth, but it feels like Hell
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| Give us this day our daily bread
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| Cause niggas is trespassing
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| I pray for the souls that trespass against us
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| And lead us not into temptation
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| But deliver us from us
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| Amen
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| I was taught that misery loves company
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| Comfortably I would sit in the company
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| Of some friends and luckily
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| I began to see the shift in they feelings
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| Niggas become dependent
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| Dependin' what you provide the hero becomes the villain
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| Sometimes they don’t wanna see you progress
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| They feelin' low, they head up callin' you «Your Highness»
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| But see that shit is for the birds like a high nest
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| And since I’m sick of making sense about your nonsense
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| What a simple complex, they wonderin' why I’m stressed
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| I’m worried about my cousin’s kids watching him whip
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| Working a Pyrex pot, they stopped them dressin' up as pirates
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| They innocence is lost like it’s stranded on an island
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| No treasure and the weather bad surrounded by the sirens |
| It’s soundin' so loud, solution drownin' in the silence, it’s deafening
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| Definitely definite, shadows that you be steppin' in
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| Dance with the Devil, I hope you had you some lessons then
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| Guess I be exitin', they said I was heaven-sent
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| Said I was down to Earth, I’m like where the fuck the hell you been?
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| Couldn’t be where I stay cause Englewood is crazy man
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| Duck when the weapons spray, duckin' like every day
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| Shootin' and they rarely aim, mama’s feeling hella pain
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| Round here we lose dogs, ironic cause they catchin' strays
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| Somebody pray for ‘em
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| Somebody pray for ‘em, pray for 'em
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| Somebody pray for ‘em, pray for 'em
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| Somebody pray for ‘em
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| Cause you lookin' like prey for ‘em
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| Yo, I preach life to my niggas
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| Try to show them right so I don’t write to my niggas
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| Blinded by ambition, this shit is sight to my niggas
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| Aside from Lisa Bonet you ain’t seen you a brighter nigga
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| So smart, it’s hard for white folks, they study me
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| They scared I’m pro-Black so they try to buddy-buddy me
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| My playback is payback for those who in front on me |
| Tellin' Father Time there ain’t no son in me
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| Wantin' me to swish like a pitcher I be strikin' every time
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| But when I say I don’t play these niggas press rewind
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| I finna the beat like this shit is all mine
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| I never been a bum so I never need a sign
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| From the Lord, the moment that I swore
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| How could we ever starve when there’s more for us in store?
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| Of course I put this wack rap on clearance rack, it gotta go
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| I’m tryna bring that feelin' back, with every flow
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| I make foes fold quicker than clean clothes
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| God made man from clay so I’m guessin' I broke the mold
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| I’m ahead of my time without skippin' a time zone
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| You can’t stop God, that’s one thing that I know boy
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| Somebody pray for ‘em
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| Somebody pray for ‘em, pray for 'em
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| Somebody pray for ‘em, pray for 'em
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| Somebody pray for ‘em
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| Cause you lookin' like prey for ‘em
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| Yo |