| Good Lord, I wanna thank you
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| For waking me up, to see another
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| New day, I’ve never seen before
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| Forgive me for my sins, whether they
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| Be by word, thought, or deed
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| Omission or commission, Lord please bless me
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| With the blessings you say
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| I stand in need of, when I’ve done everything
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| On this earth, that you laid out for me to do
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| Lord please bless me with a home
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| Somewhere in your kingdom
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| Even the lowest of the low
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| In Jesus name I pray, amen
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| Seem like the light is so close
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| I can feel my soul, about to vacate
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| Make me wonder, am I right for God
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| Cause I don’t wanna get denied, at the pearly gate
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| Even though I been cut throat, tripping off PCP
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| Telling all my friends, to take a hike
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| But it’s fucked up, thinking bout tapes
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| From other niggas, when they on pot they can break the mic
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| No time for pussy, I gotta pump packs in the projects
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| Plus I gotta pimp the pen, if I wanna get paid
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| I can’t feel sorry gotta do the deed, and get up in the wind
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| Gotta get some dividends, and if I don’t die
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| I’mma seek forgiveness of my sins, and if I get denied
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| Even though I tried, I’mma burn for the rest of the devil men
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| But the Lord gon give it, and the Lord gon take it
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| Away, so I can’t trip on my life
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| It was my time to go, somebody take care of my child
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| And raise him up right, plus these niggas be living so shife
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| I don’t want my seed, to get corrupted
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| Give him so much game, when I die
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| He gon live as if the lessons, ain’t interrupted
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| Just to show how fucked up, the game can get
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| Big Steve, money came up missing
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| I was up in the car, so I’m a suspect of the crime
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| But a nigga ain’t tripping, all I can say is that I’m a G
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| And I just won’t touch it, unless I own it
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| Wish I could tell Steve, I don’t steal I’m gon' grind
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| For mine, so I’mma bleed the block if I want it
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| Can’t believe it
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| I’m gon have to ride tonight
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| Roll on, roll on
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| Holding plexes, pulling pistols
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| They play with your life
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| Roll on roll on, or get stoled on
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| He that is without the sin, let him cast the first stone
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| But unless your father, can make the wind blow
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| When I see a check, please leave me alone
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| Because I never asked nobody, for nothing
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| I just accepted, what I was given
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| Even though I’m po', I pray to let God know
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| That I’m thankful to be still living, yeah I’d rather be a slave in heaven
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| Than to be, the most comfortable cat in hell
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| But I’m too good for one, and too bad for one
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| So I’m between the two, I gotta sell
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| Living on lock, familiar with songs and proverbs
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| When the ways of the world, start to trip
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| When I can’t take it, I smoke too much
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| That explains, that black shit around a nigga lip
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| The Lord is my light, and my salvation
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| But I still slip away, with natural herbs
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| I don’t be smoking weed, to look cool fool
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| I got a problem, I do it to calm my nerves
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| Now the preacher, wanna see me on Sunday
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| But knowing I’mma bleed the block, first thang come Monday
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| I don’t go, cause another no show
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| Said I’ll fuck around and die, when I walk in the do'
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| Never go be talking about a nigga, behind his back
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| I’mma do it to him in his face, ho checking a bitch
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| About what he might of said a few days ago, talking down in a safe place
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| But it ain’t safe, for the presence of a god damn fool
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| That’ll squeeze, and make a motherfucker blood come down
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| Heavily armed, with an automatic round
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| When I frown, it ain’t real cool to stick around
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| Plus I found, that a relationship ain’t shit
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| When I was fucking, with one of these hoes
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| She done fucked it up, for the rest of the women
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| Cause I ain’t trying to fuck, with none of these hoes
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| Some of my partnas, that’d turn to foes
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| That’d turn to struggling, from balling
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| But I’m crooked as ever, but the world is so crooked
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| I hope that God, ain’t tired of me calling
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| Now if I said, that I’d rather be dead
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| Instead of going through, the struggle and the pain
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| Here to make logical sense, but when I get in a predicament
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| I still be trying, to maintain
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| Don’t wanna lose my life, I wanna choose to live my life right
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| But it’s hard to decide, like a devil in disguise
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| That be pulling the wool up over my eyes
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| And trying to get me, to swallow my pride |
| But I be ready to ride, and won’t be denied
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| Even if I died, motherfuckers know I tried
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| To keep a bullet out of that body, I cried
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| Everytime I put it inside, to make another nigga cap-size
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| But if somebody, wanna put me under the ground
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| Somebody better have a good plan
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| I’m a man, that’ll be ready to break a bastard off
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| But I don’t wanna die, living in a casket why did a
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| Bitch wanna set my partna up, cause it really got up under my skin
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| But I ain’t tripping, when a nigga feeling with
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| One up in the chamber, just to get a little bit of revenge
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| I can’t even keep a girlfriend, everybody be fucking with me
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| And got my name, in a negative whirlwind
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| I be ready for the trumpet to blow, and even if I don’t get to go
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| I still, wanna see the world end
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| Cause I be tired, of feeling this anger
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| Feeling the premonition of danger, with every breath
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| I be tired of watching my back, and packing a gat
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| And living 24−7, up in a motherfucking vest
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| God bless me, cause everybody wanna test me
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| So I don’t even talk, on my Prime Co. phone
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| Leave a message, and press three |