| You better stand for something or you die in a second
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| You better count your blessings if you run with a weapon
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| You better say a prayer and hope that God can protect you
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| If ever the reaper come that time that you ain’t expecting
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| I’m never scared, Im cautious Lord
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| Cause niggas be plotting
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| I’m often James Harden strapped, I ran with the rockets
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| I’m talking Mossberg pump for robbers and vultures
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| Them niggas set you up when it’s supposed to be kosher
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| I’m setting up like ladder rungs and calm as aderol and out of funds
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| For now am just glad am one with myself
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| Shit I done fucked around and had a son
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| So Ima do this shit for him in fact something
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| Matter of fact am finna react like chemical criminals mind-state
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| Look at the crime rate, killing you niggas am giving you my pain,
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| giving you my life, giving you my name
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| You gatta be feeling my now wait, there’s more
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| Oh Lord what it be like, help me see the snakes
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| Help me see the gentle-hearted, help me see the fakes
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| Help me see the fuckboys, help me see the jakes
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| Help me see a billion if you willing and I thank You for every second
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| Ama make it if takes sleeping in this vocal booth with no food or a blan-ket
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| Oh shit damm its getting cold
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| Cause when you think the story told there’s more
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| You better stand for something or you killing for nothin
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| You better have a reason for that squeezer you busting
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| You better dodge the cops cause if they see you, they cuffing
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| You never see them coming now you wheezing and huffing
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| You try to run, the sheriff puts the gun to his shoulder
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| You should’ve listened to your mama, thinking you older
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| You more than fucked up, your lucks up, its over, totaled, ground, shook,
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| supernova
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| Over time I hope that we can grow and change
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| And growing pains for us was more than Alan Thicke
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| I ain’t playing when I say am on flames stay in your lane
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| Or witness murder in the first degree for saying my name
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| But I ain’t trying to end up like the story I told
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| The police shoot a nigga down and watch the story unfold
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| The furious soul of Sean Bell speaks in my flow
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| Am leaving the door open so the people can go in
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| Oh Lord what it be like, help me see the snakes
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| Help me see the gentle-hearted, help me see the fakes
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| Help me see the fuckboys, help me see the jakes
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| Help me see a billion if you willing and I thank You for every second
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| Ama make it if takes sleeping in this vocal booth with no food or a blanket
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| Oh shit damm its getting cold
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| Cause when you think the story told there’s more
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| Recognise my life and my story
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| Recognise my fight and my glory
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| Recognise my pain and hope for me
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| Go for me take a stand and vote for me
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| Oh lordy the politicking be so boring
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| Til the game on the line and I go Horry
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| I mean in over time or the 4th quarter
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| Order in the court, mortar in the booth
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| Am about to blow, Warning
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| M. Xavier fool. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stand for Something , by - Blunted Beatz. Song from the album Emotional Control, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп