| Everything out here seems hopeless
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| Gotta bury all my friends so low
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| I’m trying just to keep my focus
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| They tell me You could cleanse my soul
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| I wanna pray but I also know that talk is cheap
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| And I wanna stay but it’s like I’m out here walking sleep
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| Before the Lord
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| Bad apple rotten to the core
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| No remorse death on the piano playing course
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| Watch for the snakes I’m a ape with the torch
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| In the Toyota gettin green
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| Yoda lifting with the force
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| Hu
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| My little rellies only rap when they bored
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| And they trapped because they actually poor
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| Grab the mack
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| It’s a jack
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| Lift ya frame off the floor
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| Hit your house
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| Clean it out
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| Yes we came to do chores
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| It just rains and it pours
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| Committing murder just to get accepted
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| And never speaking to the tech
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| Just one drop a poison it’s all infected
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| My neighborhood’s a baby that has been neglected
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| It’s crazy
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| Cuz wisdom from a square we don’t respect it
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| He gave us life
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| Unfit mothers we abortin it
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| Died for our sins left hangin
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| He’s anointing it
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| God’s will unfortunate
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| Mission where the coordinates for truth
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| Go wild an animal when you corner it
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| Ain’t nothing sweet
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| Had the teeth with the Cinnabon strips
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| Guilty
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| Yep
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| Until we proven in the Son
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| Hot boy I’m always in the sun
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| Nah I ain’t fittin to run
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| Faithful woman I’m trying to get me one
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| Young and sad from momma’s room
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| Smelling burnt plastic
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| Scattered ashes on the ave
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| We can’t afford a casket
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| Work stashed him right inside a laundry basket
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| Pray for pain bare faced
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| I can’t mask it
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| Everything out here seems hopeless
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| Gotta bury all my friends so low
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| I’m trying just to keep my focus
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| They tell me You could cleanse my soul
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| I wanna pray but I also know that talk is cheap
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| And I wanna stay but it’s like I’m out here walking sleep
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| Everything out here seems hopeless
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| Gotta bury all my friends so low
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| I’m trying just to keep my focus
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| They tell me You could cleanse my soul
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| I wanna pray but I also know that talk is cheap
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| And I wanna stay but it’s like I’m out here walking sleep
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| For real
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| I came fresh up out the soup where they be boiling people
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| You can’t have righteous fruit if the soil is evil
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| And even though on every corner there’s a steeple
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| And they claim to be disciples they don’t fight for justice or the people
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| See I was a youngin' you never found in class
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| Dreaming of a mound of cash
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| SK and a pound of hash
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| A broken hearted thug
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| I was in need of guidance
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| And they told me God was love
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| But all I seen was violence
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| I witnessed hella murders with my own eyes
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| Out here you’d break fast to get some ketchup on your home fries
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| And who cares to wipe its tears if a stone cries
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| I’ve grown wise
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| How can you reap the truth if you’ve sown lies
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| The devil’s serving I worked for my own death
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| Guess I was kinda like a whale to try swallowing the sea
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| The mere fact that I am here
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| Mind boggling to me
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| And what ya’ll calling luck was God’s sovereign decree
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| For real
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| They say I over compliment the streets
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| But you’re only concerned with that
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| Cuz you don’t comprehend the streets
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| Speaking all that Christianese
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| They don’t comprehend your speech
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| Killas that be quick to squeeze
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| Are not the kind you tend to reach
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| Huh
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| They took my rellies bread up out his stash
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| Tossed his body in the dumpster and he bled out on the trash
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| We settle for the dark
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| Cuz the light is hard to find
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| I love my rellies to the heart
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| I pray for lifers all the time
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| Yeah
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| I spit for the gangsters but this ain’t trippin music
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| It’s a different movement that sticks with ya til you get improvement
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| And the hood still love me cuz I contribute to it
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| Focus on the Father blood I promise that he’ll get us through it
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| And the hood gon' love you if you contribute to it
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| Focus on the Father blood I promise He gon' get you through it
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| Everything out here seems hopeless
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| Gotta bury all my friends so low
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| I’m trying just to keep my focus
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| They tell me You could cleanse my soul
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| I wanna pray but I also know that talk is cheap
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| And I wanna stay but it’s like I’m out here walking sleep
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| Everything out here seems hopeless
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| Gotta bury all my friends so low
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| I’m trying just to keep my focus
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| They tell me You could cleanse my soul
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| I wanna pray but I also know that talk is cheap
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| And I wanna stay but it’s like I’m out here walking sleep |