| Standing in the rain
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| Been just tryna see, I’m tryna see if I can wash away the pain
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| Somehow, I maintain
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| Even though these crackers want me dead and locked up in the chain gang
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| Lord, do you hear me crying?
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| I know your love really real but I don’t know why we dying
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| I know that you see me trying
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| But I’m really in that field, I can’t put down my iron
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| Tote heavy steels, I can’t let you take me for mine
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| Free my nigga Bill, my nigga there one of a kind
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| He never got worried, but if I’m keeping it real, I’ma do that without trying
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| And none of you fuck niggas ain’t seeing us, y’all legally blind
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| Can’t be compared to none of these rap niggas, we really live our rhymes
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| Compare me to one of these big facts, I got cake all the time
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| Swear to God I was raised 'round them trap niggas who be backing down
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| Flew out of state, was making a date, but now I’m packing nines
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| I be all gas, no brakes, like it’s fuck traffic signs
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| Plus one of my niggas just died, we going through tragic times
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| Fuck 2020, I wish I could just press rewind
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| I promise that I will never stop until I see all my niggas shining
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| I’d go buy for one of my dawgs 'fore I buy these bitches diamonds
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| 'Member when I used to starve, I was living like a viking
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| Had to turn these haters to believers, remember the titans
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| Standing in the rain
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| Been just tryna see, I’m tryna see if I can wash away the pain
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| Somehow, I maintain
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| Even though these crackers want me dead and locked up in the chain gang
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| Lord, do you hear me crying?
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| I know your love really real but I don’t know why we dying
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| I know that you see me trying
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| But I’m really in that field, I can’t put down my iron
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| See, way before this fame
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| Before I ever thought the world would know my name
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| I was riding 'round town snatching people’s chains
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| And I know that I should change, but that evil shit still be coming to my brain
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| Tryna keep it cool, starting to drive me insane
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| Standing in the rain
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| And he toting a big-ass flame, tryna turn one these fuck niggas right into a
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| stain
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| This is not a game, come run down on your block
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| 'Cause that talking you doing done turned you to an opp
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| I tried to be good but they done turned me to a bad guy
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| Niggas from my hood with 'em acting like they from the other side
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| Feel like lately, all I see is homicide
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| Feel like lately, all I see is mama’s crying
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| Told my nigga move smart, I don’t wanna see you go away
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| Gotta stay smart so we clutching on this throwaway
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| Gotta stay a step ahead, never know how it might go today
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| Gotta always use your head, can’t let them trick you out your place
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| Standing in the rain
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| Been just tryna see, I’m tryna see if I can wash away the pain
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| Somehow, I maintain
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| Even though these crackers want me dead and locked up in the chain gang
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| Lord, do you hear me crying?
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| I know your love really real but I don’t know why we dying
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| I know that you see me trying
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| But I’m really in that field, I can’t put down my iron |