| Where I call home, every day is like mayday
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| Gotta keep a gun to be safe, even on a play date
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| Nine times out of ten, I’m reppin' where I was raised
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| Thirty shot, MAC-10, wherever I would lay
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| I gotta beat the odds, go through this phase
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| Sometimes I just might die, don’t be afraid
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| I’m God fearin', I hope you don’t praise me
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| With God willin', I’ma be amazing
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| It’s so many people, thought I hate to live
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| The way I switched it up, thy sayin', «Amen»
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| And so many of them times I had to pac the pills
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| And some of them hoes was mine, but shit, I played for real
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| Came to the trenches for her vibes, so they hate her for real
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| Give her a lil' bag, so when I ask her, she will
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| So when I bring a lil' havoc, that way, she chill
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| Swear I love a lil' ratchet if that’s what it is
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| You gone, really gon' cherish the laugh that you did
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| The streets’ll do you bad, I got these racks in my Timbs
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| And I don’t think about crashin', that’s from experience
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| And I’m just talkin' through rapping, turnt up on the mental
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| The Lord is my strength on my song
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| He has given me victory
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| 63rd to South Prairie ain’t did me no wrong
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| But it is history
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| Rest in peace, King Von
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| L’A Capone
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| Where I call home, every day is like mayday
|
| Gotta keep a gun to be safe, even on a play date
|
| Nine times out of ten, I’m reppin' where I was raised
|
| Thirty shot, MAC-10, wherever I would lay
|
| I gotta beat the odds, go through this phase
|
| Sometimes I just might die, don’t be afraid
|
| I’m God fearin', I hope you don’t praise me
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| With God willin', I’ma be amazing
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| It’s so many people, thought I hate to live
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| The way I switched it up, they sayin', «Amen»
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| And so many of them times I had to pace the pills
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| And some of them hoes was mine, but shit, I played for real |