| Ain’t nobody prayin' for me
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| (Nobody prayin' for me)
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| Ain’t nobody prayin' for me
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| (Ain't nobody prayin' for me)
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| (Nobody prayin' for me)
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| I feel like a chip on my shoulders
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| I feel like I’m losin' my focus
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| I feel like I’m losin' my patience
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| I feel like my thoughts in the basement
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| Feel like, I feel like you’re miseducated
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| Feel like I don’t wanna be bothered
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| I feel like you may be the problem
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| I feel like it ain’t no tomorrow, fuck the world
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| The world is endin', I’m done pretendin'
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| And fuck you if you get offended
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| I feel like friends been overrated
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| I feel like the family been fakin'
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| I feel like the feelings are changin'
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| Feel like my thought of compromise is jaded
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| Feel like you wanna scrutinize how I made it
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| Feel like I ain’t feelin' you all
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| Feel like removin' myself, no feelings involved
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| I feel for you, I’ve been in the field for you
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| It’s real for you, right? |
| Shit, I feel like—
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| Ain’t nobody prayin' for me
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| Ain’t nobody prayin' for me
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| Ain’t nobody prayin' for me
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| Ain’t nobody prayin'
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| I feel niggas been out of pocket
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| I feel niggas tappin' they pockets
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| I feel like debatin' on who the greatest can stop it
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| I am legend, I feel like all of y’all is peasants
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| I feel like all of y’all is desperate
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| I feel like all it take is a second to feel like
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| Mike Jordan whenever holdin' a real mic
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| I ain’t feelin' your presence
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| Feel like I’ma learn you a lesson
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| Feel like only me and the music though
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| I feel like your feelin' ain’t mutual
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| I feel like the enemy you should know
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| Feel like the feelin' of no hope
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| The feelin' of bad dope
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| A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
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| The feelin', the feelin' of false freedom
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| I’ll force-feed 'em the poison that fill 'em up in the prison
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| I feel like it’s just me
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| Look, I feel like I can’t breathe
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| Look, I feel like I can’t sleep
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| Look, I feel heartless, often off this
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| Feelin' of fallin', of fallin' apart with
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| Darkest hours, lost it
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| Fillin' the void of bein' employed with ballin'
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| Streets is talkin', fill in the blanks with coffins
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| Fill up the banks with dollars
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| Fill up the graves with fathers
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| Fill up the babies with bullshit
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| Internet blogs and pulpit, fill 'em with gossip
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| I feel like this gotta be the feelin' where 'Pac was
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| The feelin' of an apocalypse happenin'
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| But nothin' is awkward, the feelin' won’t prosper
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| The feelin' is toxic, I feel like I’m boxin' demons
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| Monsters, false prophets schemin'
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| Sponsors, industry promises
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| Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
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| Church, religion, token blacks in bondage
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| Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
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| Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters
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| I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
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| I can feel it, the dream is more than process
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| I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness
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| I can feel it, the scream that haunts all logic
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| I feel like sayin' somethin', I feel like takin' somethin'
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| I feel like skatin' off, I feel like waitin' for 'em
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| Maybe it’s too late for 'em
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| I feel like the whole world want me to pray for 'em
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| But who the fuck prayin' for me?
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| Ain’t nobody prayin' for me
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| Who prayin' for me?
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| Ain’t nobody prayin' |