| Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
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| I love my mama
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| And I’m always talkin' to God
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| Oh, oh (Always talkin' to God, always talkin' to God)
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| I love my mama, I know I’m her baby
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| I really thank God, feel like I’m one of his favorites
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| Everybody die, that ain’t nothin' new, that’s some daily shit
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| I love my sisters and brothers and all of their babies
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| Police brutality, that’s some back in the '80s shit
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| But it’s goin' on right now, swear to God that’s the latest trend
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| I ain’t tryna be extra, I’m tryna get in where I fit in
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| And I hear everything, but sometimes I don’t listen
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| They ask me how I made it, I reply, «I'm different»
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| I stay alone all day, I look distant
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| Self-time is the best time, don’t lose yourself and go miss it
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| People didn’t care when I ain’t have a pot to piss in
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| Pain, you gon' go through it, you can’t resist it
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| Mane, snakes in my grass, I’m still fishin'
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| Lame, niggas always tryna go against me
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| For fame, if that’s what you want, nigga, you can get it
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| I just want a whole lot of blue faces
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| Sometimes I smile, sometimes I’m fine, but I ain’t two-faced
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| You don’t want no altercations
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| Kill 'em all, no limitations
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| I’m sorry, but my heart has been breakin', my heart taken
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| But I’m standin' on top of the world, somethin' like a standin' ovation
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| Cold nights I was singin', you could call it vibration
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| I’m always talkin' to God, I’m blessed that I made it
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| But this shit ain’t for me, it’s for the ones who ain’t make it
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| And I can tell, I can feel
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| I can tell by the look on your face you wanna give up
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| Listen here, pray to God, he gon' be there
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| I know that feelin', I know that place, I used to be there
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| It’s gon' be okay, okay, okay
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| Okay, okay, okay
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| Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
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| Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
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| But I’m standin' on top of the world, somethin' like a standin' ovation
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| Cold nights I was singin', you could call it vibration
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| I’m always talkin' to God, I’m blessed that I made it
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| But this shit ain’t for me, it’s for the ones who ain’t make it
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| I love my mama, I know I’m her baby
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| I really thank God, feel like I’m one of his favorites
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| Everybody die, that ain’t nothin' new, that’s some daily shit
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| I love my sisters and brothers and all of their babies
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| I love my mama, I know I’m her baby
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| I really thank God, feel like I’m one of his favorites
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| Everybody die, that ain’t nothin' new, that’s some daily shit
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| I love my sisters and brothers and all of their babies
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| I’m always talkin' to God, I’m always talkin' to God
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| I’m always talkin' to God, always talkin' to God
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| Always talkin' to God, always talkin' to God
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| Always talkin' to God, I’m always talkin' to God, yeah |