| Now I lay me down to sleep.
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| Said I pray the lord my soul to keep.
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| If I should die before I wake.
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| Said I pray the lord my soul to taaaaaake.
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| Our Father, which 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,
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| On earth as it is in heaven.
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| Give us this day our daily bread.
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| And forgive us for our trespasses.
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| I feel like a bullet flown through the wrong hole.
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| Seein' different dimensions and lost souls.
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| Tackled by jackels, delivered my life on the wrong road.
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| I simply advise those to travel through the black hole, you, incarcerated but
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| even though you be obligated.
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| At the bottom of the pit with a sharp so feeling
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| Depressed and intoxicated.
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| Cloud my memories. |
| Life song won’t touch which me. |
| Mayhem to infinity.
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| So I pray that the end is around me cause ain’t no telling where the clowns
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| will be.
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| Premediated on drownin' me. |
| How the fuck that sound to me? |
| Frownin' me.
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| Then have the nerves to put the rounds in me. |
| See my brother is dead.
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| My daddy was lost in a car crash. |
| My grandmother killed by cancer.
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| So I deal with the cards that was dealt to me.
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| People selfishly keep asking me this bullshit like, what the fuck it felt to me?
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| My nigga died in my arm with a jab in his left palm. |
| I’m sinking deep in my
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| membrane till I find this thing which we call pain.
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| The fact of the matter it makes you wanna use them thangs. |
| Stress,
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| flow to the beat be smoking on constantly. |
| Would a mention a stereotype with
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| niggas buggin' me and judgin' me but the shit I love to see is your kids be
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| huggin' me, the crossroads of reality.
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| Casually, casualties, this shit instilled in me so muthafuckas keep feelin' me
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| cause muthafucka it’s real with me.
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| This is for my dead homies. |
| (This is for my homies)
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| This is for my dead homies. |
| (ooohhh can you hear me)
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| This is for my dead homies. |
| (comin' from the bottom of my heart)
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| This is for my dead homies.
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| I clutch on my tummy and feel pain.
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| I run on the ground as I cry rain.
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| Now feel like I patch out the membrane.
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| I roll on the curve while I smoke jane.
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| Now tell me this bitch in this mark mayne.
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| I bet you this nigga the hot one.
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| I’m burnin' this bitch when I spot one.
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| And bring on the click cause I shot one.
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| I pick up the phone and I can’t call.
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| I’m hearing the voice but it ain’t ya’ll.
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| I scribbled your name on the stone wall.
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| I drink the remmy with my ro' dawg.
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| And fly out the sea if it come to.
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| I’m gunnin' the nigga that gunned you.
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| I’m one of the realest to run to.
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| Can’t wait till the day that I’m with you.
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| I’m stickin' your face in my back wall.
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| Lil Vile took a slug in the downfall.
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| in the crossfire.
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| You done killed 3rd of them so I can’t die.
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| And revenge is a must so I can’t lie
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| I got niggas on the out and they gon' ride.
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| You a north star boy and we gon' fight.
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| So sleep with your girls in the darkness.
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| I’m born to be hard of the heartless.
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| I visioned your break and regardless, I miss you
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| Regardless. |
| (I miss you regardless nigga, rest in peace.)
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| This is for my dead homies. |
| (This is for my homies)
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| This is for my dead homies. |
| (It's been too hard
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| Living but I’m afraid to die)
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| This is for my dead homies.
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| This is for my dead homies.
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| Now in the midst of the storm we inject these lethal warnings Peter Tone please
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| rest they soul the different load, Only Christ only know.
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| Even though, we sit and blow. |
| Fold to the ways of time. |
| J-Rock was sprayed with
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| nines.
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| Now the blind is eating the blind. |
| You gets me?
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| Because he one of the jacks that sell those keys to entrepreneurs. |
| (So selfish)
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| He can’t seem to keep his life on one accord.
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| And it seems like death and jail is calling for the same vocals.
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| God put us in the aim and choke you.
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| Worldwide and even local.
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| Tell the bitches to tell how they soak you.
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| But I’m not concerned with the evening news.
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| Take a glimpse of what this evil do.
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| When the demons and shells is led to you, It’s said that you, school,
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| may the lord take care of you.
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| Conversation, we shared a few.
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| Ran around, we laughed and broke some rules, smoke some weed, and shared some
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| bustyles too.
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| Now what am I to do, you gon' left me so befuddled.
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| I pray that the lord hear my heart and assemble my puzzle and embrace in
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| cuddles and accept our prayers in massive puddles.
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| Now I lay me down to sleep.
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| Said I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
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| If I should die before I wake.
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| Said I pray the Lord my soul to taaaake.
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| This is for my
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| This is for my (this is for my homies)
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| This is for my (this is for my homies)
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| This is for my
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| This is for my
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| This is for my (comin' from the bottom of my heart)
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| This is for my
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| This is for my (it's been too hard livin')
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| This is for my (I'm afraid to die)
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| This is for my
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| This is for my
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| This is for my
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| This is for my
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| This is for my |