| Yeah
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| Energy, God
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| Fekky
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| It’s about time
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| There’s no more playin' around no more
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
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| Yo, I can’t be judged by no man
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| Trust me, only God can judge me
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| You see, my life’s changed and she loves me
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| Trust me, yeah
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| Got me lookin' at some old pics
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| Can’t believe man was bangin' since '06
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| Let me teach these new dogs some old tricks
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Fekky, is the energy God
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| Fuck you think these niggas got their energy from?
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| Listen, I chop, boo-boo-bang, they call it a gimmick
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| Then I performed on TV, them niggas were livid
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| Rockstar with the shit, man, they saw me spin it
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| Top off, muscles out, like I had my spinach
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| 3 shows, 1 night, my body was finished
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| Them times I had a Range and I couldn’t even whip it
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| Ay, imagine still pushin' bricks
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| Music poppin' off
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| Niggas on my tryna take the piss
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| I signed the deal, took the racks and bought more powder
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| I put straps on the block, I thought it was more power
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| They saw me pull up in the Porsche, they were so sour
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| I heard they were talkin' how I got it for a whole hour
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| Ay, protect your energy
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| Only thing worse than the enemy’s a friend of me
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| It’s the energy God
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| I had to drop 'em out, mate, 'cause their energy’s off
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| It’s like every couple years I gotta take Ls
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| Just put 80 on my wrist, like fuckin' hell
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| Ay, you think I made it from music sales
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| I made other plans
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| You fail to plan, fam, you plan to fail
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| Ay, and most my fam’s in jail
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| I don’t believe in luck, use your head and let 'em tell the tale
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| Yeah, I’m gettin' lit off this energy
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| Guzzle this Hennessy
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| Babe, what you tellin' me
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| Just copped a new whip, call it jealousy
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| You see the penny drop, now they’re pennin' me
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| Put a lot of clean on the shirt, yeah they’re smellin' me
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| A young brudda made a quick switch from the felonies
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| Might catch me in the whip with Quisha and Melony
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| Yeah, they want a piece of this melody |