| I’m on the come up, jump up, I pick my gun up
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| Joe Jackson with trapping, I beat the sun up
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| That’s just how I was brung up, whippings, I got a bunch of
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| On Memorial Drive in the Cutlass, I’m bumping YoungBloodZ (U Way!)
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| Feel like I’m hitchhiking, every flow is a thumbs up
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| I give you my spirit 'til all my niggas wrists is uncuffed
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| It’s hard to celebrate Christmas as a black man
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| Cause like ornaments on trees, that’s just how we was hung up
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| One love, MTV, this is unplugged
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| Stacking this cheese reminds me of momma’s lasagna
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| From crafting double entendres, the child of Coleman and Tanya
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| Just a gap-toothed genius, word to my cousin Jelanda, uh
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| Twist up this ganja 'til I go over yonder
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| They say I got too much will like 24s on Hondas
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| I been sponsored off white since 'Ye lived in the 'Go
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| Y’all niggas slow if that just dawned on you like kitchen soap
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| God bless your heart, huh
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| God bless your heart, yeah, huh
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| God bless your heart, yeah
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| Be thankful His mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
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| Yeah, God bless your heart
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| I came, I saw, I conquered like Caesar said
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| «No time for leisure», that’s what the overachiever says
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| «Cydel, you a Piru», that’s what your teacher spread
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| I wrote everything in red cause that’s what Jesus said
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| My thesis read
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| My partner fed fish scale to the whole village for a piece of bread
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| «Matthew was 14», that’s what the preacher pled
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| «Just a nigga in a Coupe», that’s what Yeezus said
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| Until you, reach the feds, huh
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| Cause them boys will hide your ass like an Easter egg
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| Niggas wet you while you sleeping, you just pee’d the bed
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| Afeni son on Death Row, I’ma die behind these bars
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| Cause when I put the pen to pad, they should make the pen my pad
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| Put this shit on wax, how I used to dip and dab
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| Flipping halves, I like my cars and my women fast
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| Bitches love my presence cause I got the gift of gab
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| My matriarch low mileage, high APR
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| I need my lady just like a brand new Mercedes car, huh
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| It’s 'bout your lineage, show 'em I’m not your guinea pig
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| Might fuck a midget and have twins, I’m tryna have too many kids
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| Not out of wedlock, never had a scared pops
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| Worked three jobs, overtime at the sweatshop
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| I thought I was a good kid, well I guess not
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| A hot boy, juvenile was my next stop
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| Breaking through people windows stealing desktops
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| Just a bunch of big dummies, Lamont’s the red fox
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| And I had a redbone who thought that she was headstrong
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| Had to yolk the bitch up cause she was egged on
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| But the best friend had me calling collect home
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| And she fucked my best partner knowing she dead wrong
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| It ain’t her fault I was misguided and lead on
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| Huh, but I ain’t tripping
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| God bless your heart, huh
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| God bless your heart, yeah, huh
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| God bless your heart, yeah
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| Be thankful His mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
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| God bless your heart |