| Who just so happens to be my grandson
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| Along with Lupe Fiasco and Big KRIT, let’s go
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| They say I keep it too real
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| Oh well. |
| I ain’t got no chill
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| I ain’t in this game to prostitute my soul for dollar bills
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| In the streets is going down, Titanic
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| God got me though, why panic?
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| Who cares if you die rich if you ain’t dynamic
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| Black vs white, black vs Black
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| Rich vs poor, heroin vs Crack
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| Pistol vs knife, fear vs faith
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| Satan vs God, love vs hate!
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| Got hustlin' in my genes
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| I fell asleep bumpin' Chris Wallace, I got big dreams
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| Man what it do? |
| got Lupe, got KRIT, everybody know we trill
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| What you rappin' about, killing folks?
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| You don’t see the times we in? |
| You ain’t real
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| And yeah I’m Christian, but Muslims, Hindus
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| And every religion all know one thing that boy spittin'
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| Huh, Real rap though
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| I battle demons everyday like where they at though
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| I’m Dee-1, top five is where I normally rank up
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| You got money in the bank but you morally bankrupt, boy
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| Our father, who art in heaven
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| Hallowed be thy name
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| Thy kingdom come
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| Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
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| Give us this day our daily bread
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| And forgive those who trespass against us
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| What you tell em now?
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| Against us, against us
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| Man tryna go
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| Against us, against us
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| They don’t wanna know
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| Against us, against us
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| They don’t wanna know
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| Against us, against us
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| Who’s against us?
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| Lord
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| Forgive us for our flexin' and our selfish ways
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| And overlook the days that we ain’t pray after gettin' paid
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| A product of our environment
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| They gave us crack, we sold it back
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| For golden rims and Gucci
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| Told us how to whip and move it
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| And like junkies just ain’t human
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| Somebody mama, somebody father that was on they way to AA
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| Till they heard us holler ba-ase for the cheap
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| The value of black life has decreased
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| Police killin' us for a bonus and paid vacay to the beach
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| The Devil been busy I’m tellin' you
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| Beware what they sellin' you
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| Put God first and let 'em work when everything gets failin' you
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| We been in the club way too long my brother
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| Please don’t teach em more than rappin', slug peeling
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| And drug dealin' but how to love each other
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| Raise the struggle, build from rubble
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| And do more than just tweet
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| Mad about it, emoji sad, instagram, hashtag about it
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| I don’t mean to nag about it
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| But we got to fight the evil, raise the flag about it
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| I’m sayin'
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| Our father, who art in heaven
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| Hallowed be thy name
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| Thy kingdom come
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| Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
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| Give us this day our daily bread
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| And forgive those who trespass against us
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| What you tell em now?
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| Against us, against us
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| Man tryna go
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| Against us, against us
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| They don’t wanna know
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| Against us, against us
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| They don’t wanna know
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| Against us, against us
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| Who’s against us?
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| DROGAS
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| Operation opposition
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| I can’t stand my conditions
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| That complicated competition
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| In that ghetto started operation pot to piss in
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| At 17 had a set of wings
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| Now I’m sellin' dreams like I’m sellin' lean
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| I be sellin' dreams like I’m 7 kings
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| Actions speak, never said a thing
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| That’s asleep, never met a bed
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| Better yet, I never slept, I never met a Fred
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| But it’s nightmares where I came from
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| And my dream is just to bring 'em where it ain’t nothin'
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| My mind is my stylist
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| One day here is like five times they college
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| It’s high time they acknowledge
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| That my kind and they logic is like '99 Impalas
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| Our father, who art in heaven
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| Hallowed be thy name
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| Thy kingdom come
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| Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
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| Give us this day our daily bread
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| And forgive those who trespass against us
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| What you tell em now?
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| Against us, against us
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| Man tryna go
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| Against us, against us
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| They don’t wanna know
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| Against us, against us
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| They don’t wanna know
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| Against us, against us
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| Who’s against us? |