| You wanna talk, sis?
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| They say that I ain’t got it
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| He’s just a child with no 'grown man' status
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| They think I lost my mind, like I’m on a bad habit
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| But it’s cool because I bounce back like a jack rabbit
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| So imma let 'em have it, let 'em have it
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| Boy, imma let 'em have it, let 'em have it
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| They think I lost my mind, like I’m on a bad habit
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| But it’s cool because I bounce back like a jackrabbit
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| Boy, imma let 'em have it
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| Yeah, and I pray to God that y’all hear me
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| Lord please forgive me
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| I didn’t grow up, so I screwed up, so I never thought that he’d hear me
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| I been an adolescent no grown man, I used to walk around like I owned it
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| And I was stupid and foolish, getting nothing but the foolish children,
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| never give it to ‘em, boys and girls, ‘ey now listen up, ay!
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| I ain’t your average, check your math, you can’t subtract when you multiply
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| When the elders was passing they barely was rhyming they was just laughing
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| They ain’t gon' pass it up, so let’s back it up
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| When you passing boys and they actin up
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| I was thinking the brotha will never jack us up
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| Now bump that, and now rack it up!
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| No chainsaw with no blade, boy, don’t push me, I’m no Gameboy
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| Fatality to my sin, A-B-A-C-A-D-D, boy
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| I’m a leader now, so bump that, this is full of the feeling and I bust that
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| When they cut me, I’m gonna cut back, but I ain’t going back so you can trust
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| that
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| I’m gone, trust me, ‘bout to get ugly, they thought I was chilling and sleeping
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| that zone
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| Canon ain’t doing nothing, look at cousin, I’ve been grinding that home
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| Its true, I know that some ain’t even believe your homie
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| I’m like a pillow, I love it when people sleeping on me
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| I’m falling off like an acorn, Mom in ‘em church, like, «Pray for him»
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| Parsing the word and he stay going, trust me, quote me like a State Farm
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| Time kept going like tick-tock, Son of God giving like, huh, watch
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| I ban little ‘iggin an' I can’t stop, this ain’t make you jump, but its like
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| criss-cross
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| Say amen!(Amen!) Now I’m super, falling so fragrant
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| Been screwed up with no tools up, been tuned up, but still staying sin
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| Ain’t much chains to die for, keep pushing my limit like a fire, boy
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| Don’t tell me to turn it down boy, and my flesh ain’t quiet it loud, boy
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| And I dropped, lower, lower for His glory
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| They thought me screwing up my life when y’all it’d be my story
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| So ya, I sorry been a fool, a tool, I fall, this ain’t falling out because the
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| cross I lean on must’ve put me like
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| Blah! |
| Man, this ain’t no game
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| My brothas don’t live for bloody paper, put ‘em on that chain
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| I must’ve stone cold fall on this sucka, perform no less
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| We passing the Rock down to that block, go hard in the pain
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| You feel me ‘cause I’m not
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| I’m tired of critics all about my soul
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| But the Lord gon' hold me down, ‘cause my self-esteem won’t hold up
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| They thought I wouldn’t be nothing but the old Canon is gone, bruh
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| Cause this is not, this is not, this is not my home, bruh! |