| This ain’t my first rodeo, uh
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| Check my portfolio, uh
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| Without the Holy Ghost, I would be gettin' my commas
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| On quote-on-quote, quote-on-quote, quote-on-quote
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| I am not so-and-so (no)
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| Might be the rapper that no one knows
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| But I got the clique like a metronome
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| Lit thats immeasurable, new intellectual, yeah
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| I was the Oreo, I was the Oreo comin' up (Yeah)
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| Told 'em, «At least I’ma get my degree
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| Then I’ll be back on the scene and my cream will be double stuffed»
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| Either that or we’ll knuckle up
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| Started boxing to toughen up
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| Then I met Jesus and seen that the strong don’t survive
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| They will sacrifice all for the other one
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| I ain’t got no records with me braggin' on it
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| Under the blood, blood, ain’t no stackin' on it
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| Shout out to Reach Records, they put the master on it
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| Every record got the Master on it
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| But this free freedom ain’t no man can hold me
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| Man, it’s Jesus, Jesus, 'til I’m mad annoying
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| We indeed are living, la-la vida
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| He has redeemed us innocent and
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| I am loyal 'cause
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| Boy, I used to be a monster (be a monster)
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| I was tweakin', had my mama goin' bonkers
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| Yeah, you probably wouldn’t believe it
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| If it hadn’t been for Jesus
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| I’d be still runnin' around like I’m a gangster
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| Boy, I used to be a monster
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| Now it’s 50,000 people at my concert
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| Got they hands up screamin', I’ma tell 'em all about Jesus
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| How He turned me to a man from an imposter
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| Boy, I used to be a monster, used to be a monster
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| Boy, I used to be a monster, used to be a monster
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| Boy, I used to be a playboy
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| Yeah, don’t you leave your girl around me, boy (No, no)
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| Yeah, they don’t take sand to the Beach Boy
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| But I got me an island in my queen, boy
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| Bankroll, fake though
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| Hundred ones wrapped up in a Franco (Franklin)
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| Wanted chips and that queso
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| Make diamonds dance when I say so
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| Draco, slang dope
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| Until the Feds ex’d them like Kinkos
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| I carry different, my aim though
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| My game dope, you already know
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| Boy, I used to be a monster (be a monster)
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| I was tweakin', had my mama goin' bonkers
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| Yeah, you probably wouldn’t believe it
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| If it hadn’t been for Jesus
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| I’d be still runnin' around like I’m a gangster
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| Cool! |
| Boy, I used to be a monster
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| Now it’s 50,000 people at my concert
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| Got they hands up screamin', I’ma tell 'em all about Jesus
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| How He turned me to a man from an imposter
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| I used to be, I used to be a monster
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| I used to hide the pain, I tried to keep it inside, locked up
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| But now I’m out my shell, I’m on the table at Red Lobster
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| I can’t believe I almost missed it but I found the golden ticket like I’m Willy
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| Wonka
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| I can’t believe I’m on the team, they put me on the roster
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| If we both servin' God, I guess 'mi casa es su casa'
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| I take these boys to school, I got 'em singin' Alma Maters
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| They like, «Whatchu singin' in vibrato?»
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| Boy, I used to be a monster |