| Tell me, how we 'post to burn for eternity for a life time of sins, huh?
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| (Who gon' make it to the other side?)
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| How we 'post to burn for eternity for a life time of sins?
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| (Who gon' make it to the other side?)
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| Tell me, how we 'post to burn for eternity for a life time of sins?
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| (Who gon' make it to the other side?)
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, this game ain’t designed for us to win
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, this game ain’t designed for us to win
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| I said Peter Piper picked the pepper, I’ma pick my poison properly
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| Pick up the prophecy, I gotta bring the noise
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| And negative people leaving negative comments for enjoyment (lame)
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| But I refuse to bring any company to their misery
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| Dog ass nigga, she know I pull up to hit and leave
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| Dodging calls from A&Rs 'cause I don’t wanna sit and meet
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| Negotiate so you can expropriate my living dreams
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| Seen it all vividly, demons moving 'round visibly
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| Hard to guarantee what’s gon' happen off in the after life (true)
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| got killed teen, he ain’t even got to live half his life (no)
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| Half of my niggas had to slide and fight through these tragic nights
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| But you only ever earn ever-lasting life if your path is right
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| Sucks when the life wasn’t chosen to live
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| Didn’t chose to be in the ghetto, no food in the fridge (no)
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| Didn’t chose to be at school, gettin' pressed by the crips
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| I’m walking home, hearing suu whoop at the side of the fence
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| The average lifespan is 79, and the average black don’t average that (nah)
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| So we 'post to burn for having lack of knowledge taxes, in the self, all of that
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| They say money corrupts the soul but haven’t got streets to go, hold up
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| Cut the shit, how’s a whole religion lie about what their saviour looks like?
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| And then tell me to tell them that it looks right
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| 7 year old thoughts on bad days with a good night
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| '96 when Pac got hit riding with Suge Knight
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| Fought the demons off real good if you could fight
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| Hit the church, Sunday, two verses
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| Good guy, pay ties, say high, good bye
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| Cross your fingers and hope that you’re saved
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| Because everybody I know be sending people to hell
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| Like they don’t know who the judge is and they never fail
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| They probably got doubled, my demons’ll never tell
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| stupid, if you bring up their’s it never fails
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| So, heads or tails
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| Call it in the air, my nigga
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| Or sit and pretend that you don’t care, my nigga
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| But, before you criticise what I’m saying to you
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| Ask yourself who wrote the bible and why he killed your people before he gave
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| it to you
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| Before I keep rapping, I just really want you to ask urself
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| And then see what happens
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| Don’t be scared, unlock your mind
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| Unfuck your brain, start stare, understand that you a king, my nigga
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| Do your research or learn everything, my nigga
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| And they pretend their shit non-existent
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| Not that rich so hell no, you can’t say, 'My nigga', nigga
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| Shit, I don’t care if I make it anymore
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| 'Cause even they hate their life, they can’t take it anymore
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| And I’m actually happy with all of my family and real love
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| That’s what they say god is
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| Tell me, how we 'post to burn for eternity for a life time of sins, huh?
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| (Who gon' make it to the other side?)
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| How we 'post to burn for eternity for a life time of sins?
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| (Who gon' make it to the other side?)
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| Tell me, how we 'post to burn for eternity for a life time of sins?
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| (Who gon' make it to the other side?)
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, this game ain’t designed for us to win
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, this game ain’t designed for us to win
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| (Who gon' make it to the other side…)
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| And finally rule number 909, nigga
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| I can’t |