| I put my hands together and pray
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| God bless the grind
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| Stunt this hard, they call it death-defying
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| What the fuck is show and tell?
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| To the deaf and blind
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| Never mind, you would never mind
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| Who’s next in line? |
| Who’s next in line?
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| Real player, never needed extra time
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| I pray this life will be forever mine
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| And pray the real ones never die
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| Serenades from that money machine, Al Green
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| Hot boy, 400 degrees, so extreme
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| Only seen the sun once in a week, no between
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| Tell her jump off, jump in the sea
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| I brought a bungee with me
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| She want to be down, she want to be down
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| She want to be down, she want to be down
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| Come into town with one pound at least
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| Pop pills at sundown, we come down for weeks
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| Back before I ever copped my first key
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| I had to sell a couple O’s to cop my first V
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| I been killing shit, can’t hold back
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| On my Tiller shit, I think we souls trapped
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| I put my hands together and pray, god bless the grind
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| God bless the grind
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| God bless the grind
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| And pray the real ones never die
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| Said I put my hands together and pray, god bless the grind
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| God bless the grind
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| God bless the grind
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| Never mind, you would never mind
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| God bless, god bless, god bless, bless the grind
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| Lord I’m falling, I just pretend it’s ok
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| Even the night falls at the end of the day
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| At the end of the string, you watch the pendulum swing
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| Hypnotized by the simplest things the money bring
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| But ain’t shit for free and she ain’t have a gift for me
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| So right around Christmas Eve she told me pack my shit and leave
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| Her name was Eve, kissed me gently on the adam’s apple
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| I cried for weeks on my knees at the tabernacle
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| Streets cold, monday, feet cold
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| Designer shoes, never said you got a cheap sole
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| Running through the darkness, fell into a deep hole
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| Come and see the freak show, not a single seat sold
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| If you only knew the hell that we was going through
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| Not to overdo it but I swear this shit is overdue
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| A voice told me the gods favor a chosen few
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| I hope your word like this pistol ‘cause I’ma hold you to it
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| I put my hands together and pray, god bless the grind
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| God bless the grind
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| God bless the grind
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| And pray the real ones never die
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| Said I put my hands together and pray, god bless the grind
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| God bless the grind
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| God bless the grind
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| Never mind, you would never mind
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| God bless, god bless, god bless, bless the grind
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| Put my hands together and pray, god bless
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| God bless the grind
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| Put my hands together and pray, god bless
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| God bless the grind
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| Put my hands together and pray, god bless
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| God bless the grind
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| Put my hands together and pray, god bless
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| God bless the grind |