| Yeah
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| You can’t really know who you are
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| Until you know who’s you are, uh
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| You feel me? |
| Yeah
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| For real
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| Purple blood in these veins boy
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| Forever mob’n yeah c’mon
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| For real
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| So deservin' to Jehovah to throw my soul in hell
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| They revoked the bail but He broke me outta my lonely cell
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| And I need Him
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| Won’t know how on my own prevail
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| Completion
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| Like a quarter ounce on that tony scale
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| The evidence of the spirit making His residence in me
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| Is evident to the people who really know me well
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| Huh we are active in the street where they are prone to kill
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| And you you better practice what you preach baby that’s show n' tell
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| Huh if your soul is polluted they could show you the truth
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| But you would be too slow to compute it
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| Like them older Dell’s
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| As I bell in the zone where so many homies fell
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| I’m too trained to stay on track how I’m gon' derail
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| Huh I came here from the bottom where the cobras dwell
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| You know my motto — bang a throttle till the motor yell
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| Ain’t a problem that my father doesn’t shoulder well
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| These egg heads will get scrambled before they yoke a shell
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| For real
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| Purple heart beatin' in my chest
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| Ready for the war boy I’m sleeping in my vest, right
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| I’mma seek Him to my death
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| Keep leading my steps
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| Spirit’s speakin and it’s weakening my flesh
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| For real
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| Purple heart beatin' in my chest
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| Ready for the war boy I’m sleeping in my vest, right
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| I’mma seek Him to my death
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| Keep leading my steps
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| Spirit’s speakin and it’s weakening my flesh
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| Yo… and I climb through with that swine flu bruh
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| I’m sick of errythang
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| Spitting scriptures lift you as quick as a spliff of mary jane
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| I wish I could rip ‘em from e’rry gang
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| Dude states no fruitcake
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| The blueberries trippin' with the cherries mane
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| My environment’s wild — was never very tame
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| But I bear His name in e’rry lane of this harried game
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| Where we tarry we carry pain
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| Cuz out here when it’s a drought year
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| They kill Abel… but bury Cain
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| I shared my gun hand with the killers
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| They don’t feel us cuz these squares is one handed gorillas
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| They could barely hang
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| Paul spoke to the Romans and Peter spoke to the Jews
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| I was a gangster before this I bring the hopeless good news
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| I’ve been broke and unnoticed I bring the homeless good shoes
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| Bruh my people are broken I bring my culture some tools
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| They think Christianity’s just a bunch of rules
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| Made up by people trying to keep you from what you wanna do
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| And really freedom in Jesus frees you so you can see what’s in front of you
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| Then you no longer wanna do what you wanted to
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| Real talk
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| I used to love to get high nothing but blood in my eye
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| Swore I would thug till I… die
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| I was worshipping the serpent then
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| Filthy at heart guilty as charged bruh the verdict’s in
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| Yeah, then I heard the gospel and got converted when
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| He inserted in His Holy Spirit bruh and it murdered sin
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| If you wit' it turn up the furnace then
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| Committed… Nah we ain’t goin out
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| We going further in
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| What, you nervous friend
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| You better pray cuz we roll hard
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| Got my skull card trying to earn a ten
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| For real
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| Purple heart beatin' in my chest
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| Ready for the war boy I’m sleeping in my vest, right
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| I’mma seek Him to my death
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| Keep leading my steps
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| Spirit’s speakin and it’s weakening my flesh
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| For real
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| Purple heart beatin' in my chest
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| Ready for the war boy I’m sleeping in my vest, right
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| I’mma seek Him to my death
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| Keep leading my steps
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| Spirit’s speakin and it’s weakening my flesh
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| Yuh
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| If you fail to plan you plan to fail baby
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| Persecution’s a guarantee
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| But so is salvation for those that endure
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| Hah
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| Forever mob’n yuh! |