| I was made in His image
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| I got nothing but love
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| But we don’t get what we give
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| They got hate for us
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| You don’t know who you are
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| Can’t tell her shit about us
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| No, you ain’t got self control
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| How the fuck you gone stop us?
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| My is messy like
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| Don’t cry over spilt champagne
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| You always chase that first high
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| You’ll never feel it again
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| Ninety large in a weekend
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| Thirty K towards support
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| You know ya niggas believe when they putting up money for it
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| All cats, G’s up, hoes down
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| What’s up
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| Made it up out the hood, came back that’s just us
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| There’s rules to this shit you can’t break that no one follows
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| Do as I say, not as I do, the hell if I know
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| Cause you take a shot, no that don’t mean you had a shot
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| Think Shaquille at the line, think Kobe trying to rhyme
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| You just taking notice, we did this shit the whole time
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| You single file niggas don’t get out of line
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| What’s up (what's up)
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| What’s good (what's good)
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| Are you down (you still down)
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| When it’s good (what's good)
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| Niggas running suicide drills
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| They be acting like they life is what they dream 'bout on
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| Kinda sad when they awaken by a smack from the real
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| Only a list of few niggas pulling cash out the deal
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| So be careful when you speaking what you feel
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| And regurgitating shit that you hear
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| Ten foot mirror, I’m just facing my fears
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| Short list of my peers
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| Nigga you ain’t on here
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| Got some growing pains to handle before you sit in my chair
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| Tried to keep 'em off the ropes
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| Teach 'em how to bob and weave
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| This is how they pay me back?
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| Never charged the family fees but
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| Do what you feel just know the price to pay yo bills
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| When you big enough to beat you just right for me to kill
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| Had enough of the commotion, I’m just floating by
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| Calculate the bottom line and make them fuckers pay us twice
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| Blow the ticket real niggas 'bout this business
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| Can buy it three times, now I got enough to get it
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| What’s up
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| Word on road, a lot of shit that ain’t true
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| They starting to believe their own lies and the hype too
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| This ain’t nothing new, this ain’t nothing new
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| Tell me what you think I wanna hear, girl make it sound true
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| Secrets get told, lies overheard
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| Believe half of what you see, none of what you heard
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| Believe half of what you see, none of what you heard
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| Close your eyes, and cover your ears if you ain’t know
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| That he would lie to you
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| And kick with you
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| Just how she would lie to you, to lie with you
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| It’s not what you believe
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| It’s what you do
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| That make you who you are my nigga
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| Who are you?
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| I lied, cheated, and stole just like them
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| I’m sorry but I’m not perfect, unlike Him
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| You gotta own who you are
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| Accept it or change
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| But don’t front nigga you get what you give
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| Not what you want |