| Lord I accept the world you put me in
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| I hope that you accept me lord for all my sins
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| Look in the sky’s, it just dark clouds around it
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| Look at my eyes, you see that I’m tired of violence
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| I’ve been praying so long
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| I’m really tried too long
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| I’m tired around with this chrome
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| I don’t wanna do wrong
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| You think I like living this life style
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| Everyday I got niggas tryna knock my lights out
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| All these killings, all these robberies
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| Its kinda hard when a nigga stuck in poverty
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| Breaking glass all up in outside my house
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| They had a nigga creeping tryna take me out
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| I don’t never park til I drive around
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| Know how killas move
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| Cuz I’ma kill a nigga
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| Know how robbas move
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| Cuz I done robbed some nigga
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| So I’m always a step ahead of you niggas
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| Everyday another tragedy
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| Everyday a fatality
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| So I prayed to god, thanks for calverty
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| That’s the only hope that a nigga got
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| All the shit I got, I can’t get out back
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| I’d change it all if I start from scratch
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| Couple bricks in the rental
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| Yeah I got yo bitch in the rental
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| And this the sound of the city
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| Yeah this the sound of the ghetto
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| They sleeping and hearing them shots
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| They letting off heavy metal
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| Ain’t nothing changed to a nigga
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| You get out of line, they gon' get ya
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| I’m back on the block, I’m with it
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| Man you ain’t been there for a minute
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| My old head he told me to get it
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| I told em I got us some
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| Bitches you chilling and fucking
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| All of these tapes in them bricks
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| Wrap em and
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| Yeah I know the business, I was it
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| For niggas thinking I wasn’t
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| I put that shit on my cousin
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| Yeah I put that shit on my cousin
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| Tell them the zeros and commas
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| Protected by 40's and llamas
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| He tried us and now he a goner
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| The young niggas do it they wanna |