| I’m ready to meet him
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| Ready to meet him
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| This that, «Put your hands together»
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| «Get on both knees and look up at the sky» type shit
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| Ready to meet him
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| Too much niggas dead, too much niggas dead now
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| Big dogs left the pups, only getting fed now
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| Watching for the feds now
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| Belly full, chow down, fried rice, Kung Pao
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| Point the steel, let the shot lift ya
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| I could steal like a shop lifter, I’m that nigga for real
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| Took a trip down memory lane, I got a story to tell
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| It hasn’t changed, I’m ready to meet him
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| Just want y’all to relate to me
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| Tomorrow night, nigga, I’m free
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| I ain’t got shit to do tomorrow night
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| Let’s chop it up and let’s smoke that good this one time, shit like that
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| Smoking, whatever — whatever, you know what I’m saying?
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| But we in this shit and shit’s shit
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| You know what, you know what’s crazy?
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| Let me tell you something crazy
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| What’s up God, how you been? |
| I’m fine, I got a few thoughts
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| Racing in my mind and I’m tryin' to find the answers, been good
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| All things considered, my son is healthy, he getting bigger
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| So where’s the fear coming from? |
| It’s the enemy, you
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| That make me worried, overthinking my struggles, it’s you
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| And getting nervous, always feeling in trouble, it’s you
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| Who would destroy everything in his path
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| Oh my God, my God told me hold his head
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| This goes for the critics who try to judge without knowing my heart
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| Where you was at when I was hungry, where you been from the start?
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| When I needed someone to help, they all looked at me buggin'
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| Became a studio rap when everybody was clubbin'
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| I prayed, I had faith, had to follow my dreams
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| And wash the face from before, tryin' to come on the scene
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| On they knees, now you tripping down memory lane
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| I took the losses by myself, every moment of pain
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| I ain’t preachin', I’m just speakin', I’m a spiritual brother
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| Before I ever had a family, I started off with my mother
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| Before I ever had a fan, I started off with my brother
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| Before the radio, videos, magazine covers, my nigga
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| Take a breath, take a step into mines
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| I’m only human, I ain’t perfect, but I die before tryin'
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| I lace my boots up, ready for war, my best ability’s
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| To be a role model, became a responsibility
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| The zero with the four eyes, poor guy, once was
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| Stay connected through the Heavens, past the stars above
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| I used to be afraid, now I’m brave enough
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| To talk about my maker and his love
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| I’m ready to meet him, so ready to see him, world so cold
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| I ain’t complainin', I’m sayin' my heart’s so froze
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| Hope you feel every word that I speak
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| I went to church as a youngin, now rapping is how I preach
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| God bless
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| Take this time out
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| Rest in peace to everybody been lost
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| And every word that I spit
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| May you feel it
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| May it uplift you
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| Tanboys
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| You looking good Playboy
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| I’m happy, I’m blessed
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| We all 'bout to make bread
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| We all 'bout to make some money
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| I can’t wait to executive produce this project
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| Alright, say no more
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| I’ll hit you tomorrow
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| Alright bro, be cool baby
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| Already, be safe
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| Yeah |