| Yah
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| Yeah
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| It’s real
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| One thing that I’ve learned is to lay low
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| So much from You Father
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| Thank You
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| Let’s Go
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| One thing that I’ve learned is to lay low
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| Under the radar
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| Under the radar
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| I always end up getting so far
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| Under the radar
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| Under the radar
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| Yeah for real
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| Yeah
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| Ay
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| Ain’t nothing really special about me at all
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| I’m just a piece of flesh that is wretched
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| Fallible, flawed
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| I’ve had thousands of falls in my steps
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| Like a child when it crawls
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| I’m lucky to still be alive
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| I’m blessed to be out here wit' ya’ll
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| I used to move haughtily
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| Laughing when they shot at me
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| My blood type was THUG LIFE
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| 2Pac would be proud of me
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| Egotistical I was young and gifted
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| A prodigy
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| And being miserable
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| Was an unrestricted commodity
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| Became a hoodlum just for looking for some comradery
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| But this odyssey
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| Comes with a coffin or a lobotomy
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| They put the hood in me
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| The only good in me’s the God in me
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| The glory of the vessel
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| Should never go to the pottery
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| No
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| Only God deserves a chirp from the change I’m makin'
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| Cuz I have always been a jerk
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| And I ain’t jamaican
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| So what is the profit with all this paper chasin?
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| Well without you I’m bout as fly as a naked raven
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| One thing that I’ve learned is to lay low
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| Under the radar
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| Under the radar (You made me humble myself)
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| I always end up getting so far
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| Under the radar
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| Under the radar
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| Ay
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| And I was told to die for the gang or my namesake
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| Even though the game’s fake
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| I’m 'posed to ride
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| Til the frame breaks
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| These cowards on these drugs
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| They too high here to aim straight
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| Ain’t no California Love
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| Too much pride in this dang state
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| We sacrifice each other for a stitch of fame
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| Or a piece of concrete
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| We didn’t even get to name
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| He disciplined you for breaking
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| The stated rules of engagement
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| But soon as he made it
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| He went against the grain
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| The picture’s been painted
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| But it don’t fit the frame
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| Don’t be fake if it’s flagrant
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| Then just admit it’s lame
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| Cuz you’re only as real as what you ride for
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| A flag’s what they’ll wave
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| But the hill is what you’ll die for
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| And I don’t care if this is not what the block like
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| You can pop me
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| I ain’t with the plot if it’s not right
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| Nah
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| Cuz I am not a prostitute for the spot light
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| My only care in life is to remain proper in God’s sight
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| One thing that I’ve learned is to lay low (believe that, uh huh)
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| Under the radar (I'm Hooked On God nothing else)
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| Under the radar (I had to humble myself)
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| I always end up getting so far
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| Under the radar (Hallelujah)
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| Under the radar
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| Yo
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| For Real
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| Ay
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| So why would I care to wave my banner
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| When my name won’t save a man
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| Or even add a minute into his daily planner
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| I’d rather praise the hand that made me
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| Cuz His way is grander
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| Pride? |
| No
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| I’ll dive low
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| Like I’m trying to dodge a Navy scanner
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| Cuz it be the blessing if He would purge me
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| Cuz I am in desperate need of surgery
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| Even though I’m imperfect
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| And undeserving of your mercy
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| You never desert me
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| Even when I was worth less
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| You were worthy
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| That’s why there’s no faith
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| When it comes to myself
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| I rep Yours
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| Rather leave my name hung up on my shelf
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| I gain favor with the Savior
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| When I humble myself
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| Why would I run alone
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| When I know I’m prone to stumble myself
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| Yuh
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| I could never comprehend
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| Why You were kind to us
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| And my name’s synonymous with all kinda lust
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| And I got a laundry list of these bondages
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| And something that’s odd
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| I learned to be prideful from man
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| But be humble from God
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| One thing that I’ve learned is to lay low
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| Under the radar (C'mon)
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| Under the radar (That's right, aye I had to humble myself)
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| I always end up getting so far
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| Under the radar
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| Under the radar |