| Yeah
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| God Over Money
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| AO Mega
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| Hog Mog
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| Let’s go
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| Uh, sometimes I feel like I wanna quit, like I don’t want the fame that seems
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| to be comin with
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| But either way, I gotta do what I gotta do
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| So somebody hand me a slingshot and a rock or two
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| Bizzle, I’m goin in before I go away
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| Here to follow Christ, see I’m kind of like His protege
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| Sent to let the world know be ready cause He on His way
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| And them cats with you ain’t gon' stand with you on His day
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| You say you love him huh, but what’s love to you?
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| The way we learn to love is not love
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| Do you understand that love is not when they come to you in daft but over a
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| stack put a slug through you
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| Love won’t always agree with you
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| We like 'yes men' but real men is what you need with you
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| Love will keep it a hundred and one
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| Love will watch his language in front of your son
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| Uh, sometimes love is what makes the homie fight for you
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| Sometimes it’s only cause fighting is what they like to do
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| Love ain’t helping you cheat on your wife
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| Love will be like, «Go home, be with your wife.»
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| Not sit up in your living room and listen to you beat on your wife,
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| then come out and play Madden like it never happened
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| Love will tell you when you wrong, then help fix it
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| Love forgives, what is this?
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| Cause this ain’t love
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| So fickle, uh, it’s so conditional (cause this ain’t love)
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| We just throw that word around man
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| This ain’t love
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| There comes a time in life where you just gotta up and quit, and separate from
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| the foolishness that you grew up with
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| There’s a feeling of power you get when you grip a pistol
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| But it’s foolish to take a life just because somebody dissed you
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| Now how you say it’s love when you pass your man a ratchet and '
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| Incite him to commit murder
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| Now he in a casket or doing life in prison
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| And you don’t write or visit
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| Your man died, you don’t even go to see his children
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| Much less your own
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| But when I ask you why you hustle you tell me cause you got kids
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| Homie what you on?
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| Come on, we gotta do better homes
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| Go to college and put our families up in better homes
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| Come on, we’re too grown to reject what’s known
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| Trying to reason with you so I hope you accept this poem
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| Risking freedom, man, your wife and kids for beamers and some ice
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| You can’t be beating on your wife
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| And teach your seeds about what’s right
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| Hope that you get to the point where you can’t even sleep at night
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| Bible says Jesus is coming like a thief inside the night
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| And you’d be wise to heed the truth and seek and let it speak to you
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| No I ain’t perfect at it, but what I speak is true
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| I know that life is hard, but that ain’t no excuse
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| Feeling like they pass you by and barely even notice you
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| What’s missing, you get from the One above
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| So we can learn what nobody ever showed us fam'
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| Cause this ain’t love
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| It’s not fam, I know you feel like it is
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| But this ain’t love, you know?
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| Gotta change man
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| Yeah, are you conscious? |
| Great!
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| Then may we conversate?
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| Step out in faith, you gotta wait, love conquers hate
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| It’s frustrating, I relate
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| But seeking perfect love within imperfect people, that was my mistake
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| I see now if I ain’t with Him then I’m limited
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| My love is a gimmick, it is blemished, His is infinite
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| Mine is sinful, it is simple, His is intricate
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| Nowadays, our idea of intimate is the internet
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| It’s like I am quick to say I love you if you doing for me, but if you lose
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| what I am using, do it moving homie
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| Because you are only a means to an end
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| That’s why the Bible says be careful sharing dreams with your friends
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| All my bangers, have love for they other crew
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| They got brothers who died and brought tears to they mothers too
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| It started with brotherhood, not hating on another hood
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| The gang of cowards misused it, look what it drug us to
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| They’ll turn you out just to turn on you
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| They’ll catch a case and put the burn on you
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| They’ll say they love you, then they pass the pistol
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| Give you a sack of crystal and if you ain’t with it and then you yap,
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| that’s the issue, how is that official?
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| Our thinking’s distorted, so much discord
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| It’s like we need to activate love, but where’s the switch for it?
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| True love will scold you to mold you
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| Never say I told you so, it don’t hold you
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| But let you go too
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| Man that’s so true
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| Love is patient, love is kind man
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| Cause this ain’t love
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| You know I’m sayin? |
| We do a whole lot of things but love ain’t one of them
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| This ain’t love
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| That’s it |