| Yeah, all praises due to the most high
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| Remain thankful and humble, that’s just some rules that I go by
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| It fucked me up, these people gave my nigga low profile
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| Told 'em that time like Kobe, first step, that shit gon' blow by
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| Used to bag the dope playin' Mos Black on Both Sides
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| Was in the streets, but I still provided the hoes to those guys
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| I’m just lettin' my soul fly, flow raw like the bricks from the source
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| Where you gotta take a plane and a boat ride
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| Givin' back, every nigga in my section live
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| Got two shooters that’s bustin' pipes like when pressure rise
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| Rappers actin' tough, showin' they fake aggressive side
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| 'Til I see 'em in public, now the wanna contextualize
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| I heard niggas shot up your corner for a second time
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| Hit like two niggas, you pussy niggas have yet to slide
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| These verses is exercise, lately, I been feelin' like I’m the best alive
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| And it’s my first album, I just arrived
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| I heard niggas stealin' my lane, but we don’t spit it the same
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| They say it’s gettin' spooky, I hear niggas stealin' my slang
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| They tryna hang so they can get close to the book and just steal 'em a page
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| I don’t consider you gang, nigga
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| I told you on that song with Eminem, Bang
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| That I would pull up, let it ring, think shit is a game
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| GxFR, went and put that shit on my chain
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| 'Cause long after I die, my niggas remain
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| Ayy, my nigga Hit-Boy did the production
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| Rollie my wrist and I bust it
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| Listen, we built the whole Griselda house with our hands, we did it from nothin'
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| I mean, West owned the land, but I did the construction
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| So fuck your top five if it ain’t me
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| Uh, I came a long way from May Street
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| Look what I became, God don’t make mistakes, see
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| I’m 'bout to have Paul robbin' Peter to pay me, yeah
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| I’ll do a nigga bogus (Bogus)
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| I’ll leave a nigga knowin' (Knowin')
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| Fear of God I got on (Got on)
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| All the way at the top where it’s lonely (Lonely)
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| All my niggas paid (Paid)
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| We run it up and break bread (Break bread)
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| Can’t let you get to my head (My head)
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| I can’t let you get to my head
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| Rock out with my friends, yeah, my brothers with me
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| Cuttin' up in traffic, keep a cutter with me
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| I grew up, most of my OGs dead
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| Keep an eye on, I can’t watch her OD, yeah
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| Real birds, watchin', watchin' me
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| You got big nerves plottin' on me, yeah
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| I don’t fear anything
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| I don’t feel anything, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Ooh, yeah
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fear Of God, artist - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Album song From King To A GOD, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп