| For I hear the whispering of many
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| Terror on every side
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| As they scheme murder against me
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| As they plot to take my life
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| I trust in you oh Lord
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| I say You are my God
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| My times are in Your hand
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| Rescue me from the hand of my enemies
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| And from my persecutors
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| Make Your face shine on Your servant
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| Save me in Your steadfast love
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| I just wanna be ready if they aim for me
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| Yeah
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| Late night we take flight
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| What’s a tadpole to a great white?
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| Fo' the beef we keep a steak knife
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| Turn concrete to a gravesite
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| Fo' ya get left
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| Betta stay right
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| I’m saved and I got my faith tight
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| But the serpents out here lurkin'
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| And I ain’t going out for no snake bite
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| I slip knot
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| I’m zip locked
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| I know what time it is
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| Wrist watch
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| I’m in the grimiest of them sick blocks
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| With a sign that says no pit stops
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| Where I hang out it’s a hangs noose
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| Niggas banged out no gang truce
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| Them killas roll
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| Them millas blow
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| I seen Lil Zo with his brains loose
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| Nigga
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| And they wonder what I wear this for
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| Aye
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| I pray for peace but I’m prepared for war
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| Life’s like the keys to the whip
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| You could lose it quick
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| So a ruger clip on a shooter’s hip
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| Sometimes could be good stewardship
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| But they ain’t from this land bro
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| So they don’t understand though
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| How camou a vest and extra ammo
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| Is mando
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| Huh
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| I ain’t trying to hurt nobody
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| Just trying to live my life
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| And I pray the rest of it’s
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| A reflection of the risen Christ
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| I don’t wanna hurt nobody
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| Just wanna give em life
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| Protect me when I leave my crib tonight
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| Aight?
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| Please don’t count it as a lack of faith nah
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| If I’m ridin' with this thang on me
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| Yeah
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| Cuz I know with you my bag is safe
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| I just wanna be ready if they aim for me
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| Yeah
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| Please don’t count it as a lack of faith
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| Nah
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| If I’m riding with this thang on me
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| Yeah
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| Cuz I know with you my bag is safe
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| I just wanna be ready if they aim for me
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| Yuh
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| Aye Aye
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| I witness here on this hot spot
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| And they get it here when they cop rock
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| When they pop Glocks at yo mop top
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| And pull drop tops out the chop shop
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| Only thing they fear is a cop stop
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| Especially how they did devilishly
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| Ya nig Sevin always gonna keep his bible
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| And a big weapon
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| Yeah
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| The streets need prayer
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| So we declare you should be thee ware
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| There’s a difference between being scared
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| And being prepared
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| They don’t judge them boys in Iraq
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| When they got they thang
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| They got the right to defend they life
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| Is mine not the same?
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| Yeah
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| Maybe the side you from is murder free
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| Well I can’t relate
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| Cuz in my state they’ve tried to murder me
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| Boy my faith is known
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| But I’m where the faithless roam
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| So I’ll bake the chrome and take ya dome
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| Boy I’mma make it home
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| Yeah
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| Before I play with ya’ll my gun’ll blaze
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| I got a momma that love me and a son to raise
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| I ain’t trying to hurt nobody
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| Just wanna live my life
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| And I pray the rest of it’s a reflection of the risen Christ
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| I don’t wanna hurt nobody I wanna give em life
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| Protect me when I leave my crib tonight
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| Aight
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| Please don’t count it as a lack of faith nah
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| If I’m ridin' with this thang on me
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| Yeah
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| Cuz I know with you my bag is safe
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| I just wanna be ready if they aim for me
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| Yeah
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| Please don’t count it as a lack of faith
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| Nah
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| If I’m riding with this thang on me
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| Yeah
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| Cuz I know with you my bag is safe
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| I just wanna be ready if they aim for me
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| Oh Lord let me not be put to shame
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| For I call upon You
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| Let the wicked be put to shame
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| Let them go silently to Sheol
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| Let their lying lips be mute
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| Which speak insolently against the righteous
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| In pride and contempt
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| Oh how abundant is Your goodness
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| Which You have stored up for those who fear you
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| And work for those who take refuge in You
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| In the sight of the children of mankind |