| God help me out here
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| Cause I’m off my square
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| Please show me love, cause they don’t care
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| Peepin' out the po-po through my rear-view
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| And I can still feel you
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| God help me out here
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| Cause I’m off my square
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| Please show me love, cause they don’t care
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| Peepin' out the po-po through my rear-view
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| And I can still feel you
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| (Verse 1, Belo)
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| Ridin' late night, on Roosevelt road
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| Half a moon, still chilly, so I put on my coat
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| Lookin' up at the stars, so I grabbed a Newport
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| Ch-chhh… then a conversation started…
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| «God are you listenin', cuz I’m feelin' a little awkward
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| One of my oldest brothers died, and I feel I’m going backwards
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| Just a little confused, so I need some spiritual guidance
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| And if I can’t add it, then I won’t divide it
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| And if I can’t seek it, then I won’t find it
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| But my homie got killed, what should I do?
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| Hold on, I got revenge, his time is due
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| The pain is un-explainable, keep my eyes on You
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| I position, talkin' crazy, should I blast or stay cool?»
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| Damn… I gotta stay focused
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| (Hook, Belo)
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| God help me out here
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| Cause I’m off my square
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| Please show me love, cause they don’t care
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| Peepin' out the po-po through my rear-view
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| And I can still feel you
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| God help me out here
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| Cause I’m off my square
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| Please show me love, cause they don’t care
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| Peepin' out the po-po through my rear-view
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| And I can still feel you
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| (Verse 2, Chilla)
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| I gots to give all mine, to the capital, G-O-D
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| Because without Him, there’d be no me
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| And plenty times I was tempted in the past
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| To ask my daddy, was it his?
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| But my shorty’s never trip, this house and Caddy’s for the kids
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| Pray they carry on, even when I’m buried and gone
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| Bussin' and chillin', feelin' every area wrong
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| At thirteen wit' a bud habbit
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| And never learned shit, but how to toke B’s and drug traffic
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| My biggest fear was bein' sober
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| Keep duckers from jackin' and gettin' over
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| Plus we mack’s in the back of the green Nova
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| I’m labeled sniper, had 'em fallin' fo' they saw the beam
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| Don’t make me strike, and leave 'em hopin' that it was all dream
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| But nah it ain’t, homies been scopin' ya all day
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| Now what’s the outcome from smokin' shawtay?
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| Seem like death is gettin' in me
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| I can feel it when the coppers stake out (Can you hear me)
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| Yeah sometimes, but sometimes I blank out
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| It’s kinda blurry tryina pick ya homies and kick the snakes out
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| They only wit’cha when ya dishin' the bank out
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| But fuck that, I’m stayin focused
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| (Hook, Belo)
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| God help me out here
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| Cause I’m off my square
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| Please show me love, cause they don’t care
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| Peepin' out the po-po through my rear-view
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| And I can still feel you
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| God help me out here
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| Cause I’m off my square
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| Please show me love, cause they don’t care
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| Peepin' out the po-po through my rear-view
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| And I can still feel you
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| (Verse 3, AK)
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| Release these demons, secretly be kept, and locked inside of me
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| Hauntin' me for years, and even added to my diary
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| «Murder was the Case», that left this nigga in an abandoned building
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| When the Lord come and get me, I’ll be ready and willing
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| Enough with the killin', Lord please, I’m down on my knees
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| I saw him at ease, it’s either or I’m ready to leave
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| But pick up ya sleeve, you chosen me to carry the weight
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| I pain and I ate, forgive my sins and open the Gate
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| I’m knowin' bout fate, you gave me love and all that’cha got
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| Been blessed with a shot, I took the homie then use a rock
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| What chances I got? |
| Love sippin' Hen and smokin' on Pot
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| Put my seed into this world, and I’m tyin' the knot
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| I’m tyin' the knot
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| (Verse 4, N.A.R.D.S)
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| Thug changes, day in, day out
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| The same game in this
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| While we keep treatin' eachother like we was strangers
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| One of my homies from the block, same game in this
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| Found dead at seventeen, now he’s a memory
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| Hopin' that when it’s my time, you’ll remember me
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| Keep yo eyes and closed tight for the cold world
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| All I can vision is the pain of my old girl
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| Lookin' down and don’t fall in the same line
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| Fuck ya locked up in the pen for the same crime
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| I fought the world, for the smaller ones to climb rocks
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| And when yo daddy dead and gone, don’t you ever stop
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| Hold ya head up high, baby move on
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| Cause I been fightin' against the world on the same song
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| Same song, thug changes, day in, day out
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| The same game in this
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| While we keep treatin' eachother like we was strangers
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| One of my homies from the block, same game in this
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| Same game in this, thug changes, keep ya head up
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| Stay focused |