| I pray someday you’ll, find what you need in this lifetime
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| I know the way is so hard to see through the pipeline
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| I pray someday you’ll, find what you need in this lifetime
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| I know the way is so hard to see through the pipeline
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| Let it be, let it be (just)
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| Let it be, let it be (oh just let it be)
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| Let it be, let it be
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| Let it be, let it be
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| Let it be, let it be
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| Ex the excess, keep the essence
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| Keep on stepping
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| Down the street from them greek picnics, we was nestling
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| Chocolate babies, incubating, box of blessings
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| Lethal weapon, tucked under mama’s arm since a prepubescent
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| If I was in it for the money, hell I done packed up for the evening
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| I’d have lasted bout a summer
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| Lord, I done held out for my season
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| I’d have missed what I had coming
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| I’d have pissed what I could stomach
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| I’d pawned my Daddy’s Bible
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| And sold grand daddy’s people
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| But, I don’t got no dollars today
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| But, I’m sure I can blessed you though
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| Leap of faith, from Z to A, pray for me
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| My efforts meet my hope
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| I just need change for the better
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| I just got drugs for the low
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| I just squeezed out of some trouble
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| Can’t get drug into some more
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| You can tinker, check the starter
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| Carborator, switch to premium
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| Chopper pray up, chop your weave
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| But it don’t work if you don’t believe
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| Crack the water, drop your seed
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| Blessed when son called your daddy home
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| Can’t no love cause you won’t receive
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| Can’t have nothing 'til you let it go
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| I pray someday, you’ll find what you need in this lifetime
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| I know the way is so hard to see through the pipeline
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| I pray someday, I’m what you need in this lifetime
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| I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline
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| They lied to me
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| Yeah, they told me I could fly
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| Yeah, straight up past the sky
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| Yeah, wasn’t talking my pigment
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| Wasn’t talking my partners
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| Wasn’t talking my niggas
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| That truth loud as nine choppas
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| Now it’s rich or die tryin'
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| Now we live in pine boxes
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| Aye, fuck that though, I’m still shining
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| Out the barrel, hoe, I’m still climbing, still slipping
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| Waitress hit me with the Mike Jones, I’m still tipping
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| She working seven days a week, lil mama still stripping
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| Still strapped, she still gettin' it how she live, no wheels spinning
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| No they won’t call that legendary
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| That’s why I could never do it so casually
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| Any moment I could be another casualty
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| In the Gucci store, they ask «Just browsing?»
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| I told the bitch purchasing actually
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| Now take three laps 'round the store and get back to me
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| I might’ve calmed down by then
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| But maybe not, ya’ll made me hot
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| Twelve hundred for the sweater, I’m in the mother fucking Marriot
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| Eating carry out, gang bang, maintain, corporate do the same thing
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| With the same they just carry that, so I just carry that
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| Three K for the 14K, low-key, never carry knots
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| Better know I got the rope though
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| Spread love by the beaucoup, recouped by the boat load
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| And the quotient is quotes that will give you close ups on the action
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| Get what you, get what you, get what you need
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| Get what you, get what you, get what you need
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| Get what you, get what you, get what you need
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| Get what you, get what you, get what you need
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| Get what you, get what you, get what you need
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| Get what you, get what you, get what you need
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| Get what you, get what you, get what you need
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| Get what you, get what you, get what you need
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| Sometimes, sometimes when the weather real shitty
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| And the wind shield wipers and the music on the same beat as I ride through the
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| city
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| Peep the ghost of my nigga posted up on the same street that he died in the city
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| Made my mind go a mile a minute
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| Everyone in a million is a dime a dozen
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| Cryin' and puffin'
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| Kinda busting, now it’s all or nothing
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| Tough decisions, nip it in the bud
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| Grew up in the city with all my cousins
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| Hard to find a nigga that’s not my blood
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| We was thinking out the box so whatever
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| Now them hoes that was tryna dog us, tryna faux with us
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| Where was you when smoking at the Park & Ride, freestyling on the Marta bus
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| I got a brand new hand full of angels this year
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| Ain’t no big deal, the game don’t sit still
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| Even though Atlanta traffic, make it happen
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| Even though I’m going at it with a passion
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| No sleep, but I fill up the mattress
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| Pull up on your bitch when she sick of your crab shit
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| She get dug out like batting practice
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| Fuck satisfaction, I really hope you get what you need
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| I pray someday you’ll, find what you need in this lifetime
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| I know the way is so hard to see through the pipeline
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| I pray someday you’ll, find what you need in this lifetime
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| I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline
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| Get what you need
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| Get what you need
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| Get what you need
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| Get what you, get what you, get what you need
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| Get what you need
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| Get what you need
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| Get what you need
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| Get what you, get what you, get what you need |