| When you pray for the rain you gotta deal with the mud
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| And when you pray for the pain you gotta deal with the blood
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| You ain’t capable to hate if you ain’t able to love
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| But it get muddy in the middle so I stay with the snub
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| And I’m official pistol 'til the veins stop runnin'
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| You in hell and it’s hot when them train stop runnin'
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| And you don’t have a choice when the game start dummin'
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| And your physical is still but your brain start runnin'
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| Why I let them eat, but I must have been out of it
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| Like walked in a portal inside of Being John Malkovich
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| Y’all are talking loud but you should just turn it down a bit
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| Your hands over your head, like you was reading a counterfeit
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| And I don’t rhyme over nothing if it don’t sound sick
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| And all of y’all motherfuckers bite is like a brown pit
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| Clap at you, like you wearing cap and gown shit
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| A bunch of Sicilianos shoot at you inside a Crown Vic'
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| I don’t know you, and you don’t know me
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| We should go separate ways, I’mma keep it OG
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| Come on, I don’t know you and you don’t know me
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| You should got that-away, I’mma keep it OG
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| Young boys out here think that rappin' is dead
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| Glorifying dirt bags and they trappin' instead
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| I’mma ressurect hard-body rap from the dead
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| Crucify 'em like Christ, put a rack on his head
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| I’ve been here for twenty years
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| And y’all have been here for two days
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| Ain’t nobody talking to you dippin' into Kool-Aid
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| Razor under the tongue, I cut you like a school day
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| Blood spill in high definition like a Blu Ray
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| The bullets in this motherfucker small, but the shotty big
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| Recoil make you kick back like Karate Kid
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| I ain’t tryina offend a motherfucker but I prolly did
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| I ain’t playing around motherfucker, something gotta give
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| But I don’t give a fuck money, I will get your nana hit
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| Vinnie a gorilla, I will feed you a banana clip
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| Only way to get 'em dirty is to get your hands in it
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| And I don’t play politics, I was never a fan of it
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| I don’t know you, and you don’t know me
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| We should go separate ways, I’mma keep it OG
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| Come on, I don’t know you and you don’t know me
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| You should got that-away, I’mma keep it OG |