| It’s gon be aight though
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| This one’s for you, yeah
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| Cadillac’s on 22s
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| Pimp my voice and mack these beats
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| Pray to the to the Lord for these Mississippi streets
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| Cadillac’s on 22s
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| I ain’t did nothing in my life but stayed true
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| Pimp my voice and mack these beats
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| Pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets
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| God I know that we pimp, God I know that we wrong
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| God I know I should talk about more in all my songs
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| I know these kids are listening, I know I’m here for a mission
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| But it’s so hard to get em when 22″ rims are glistening
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| I know these walls are talking, Lord I want to do right
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| I tried to fight but these demons they come to me at night
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| Like my Momma, my Daddy, my girl and all my boys
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| I lost Michelle but I guess I still got Dwayne and Roy
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| My cousin Sweets, Mama Lena and Jason
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| Lord I’m praying for SWAC, my heart is steady pacing
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| Keep him off them drugs, far away from thugs
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| He’s still my hero but just a shell, man of what he was
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| Yeah smoke and get a buzz, but God I hear you calling
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| And shit wrong with balling, but my soul is just steady falling
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| In to sex and the debt, into an Earthly jail
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| God I’m stacking my mail but will I end up in hell
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| Lord they hung Andre Jones
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| Lord they hung Raynard Johnson
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| Lord I want to fight back but I’m just so sick of bouncing
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| Lord I’m sick of jumping, Lord please just tell me something
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| My folks still dumping my music bumping but I feel nothing
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| My heart is steady pumping, my heart is steady breaking
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m faking, man I’m so sick of taking
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| Maybe hell ain’t a place meant for us to burn
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| Maybe Earth is hell and just a place for us to learn
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| Bout your love, your will and grace
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| Sometimes I wish I wasn’t born in the first place
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| Maybe this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park
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| So we can come home this world right here feeling so dark
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| It’s feeling so cold, Lord I’m getting so old
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| I don’t if I can take this world right here no more
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| 22 inch rims on the 'Lac
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| I guess that was your footprint in the sand carrying us on your back |