| Ay' Koka' homie
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| It don’t matter how much work you put into this shit homie
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| Ya' know
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| There’s gonna be some motherfuckers who don’t
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| Don’t respect that shit, G
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| You know what I mean
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| Niggas think this shit came easy homie, ya know
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| Real nigga testimony
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| Yea-yea' hear that
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| You can go hard
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| You can go home
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| You can give up, give up
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| When things go wrong
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| But I put in work
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| I paid my dues
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| Sometimes you win
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| Sometimes you lose
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| But what killer real nigga
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| As times keep moving on
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| If I can identify around pain
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| I’ll paint a ugly picture
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| But out of this ugly picture
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| Come victory, nigga
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| Now what’s Popeye the sailor man
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| Without Brutus
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| What is Jesus Christ
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| Without that nigga named Judas
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| Where would a nigga be without this pain
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| The type of pain that’ll make you blow your brain like Cobain
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| If it had not been for the man up stairs
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| I would be dead or in jail, looped out somewhere
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| Cause I come from a long list of gangstas and macks
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| And most blacks in the hood got a uncle who smoke crack
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| Look back at time shake my head ain’t that something
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| Realizing that without God, homie, we nothing
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| It took a long time for my eyes to be open
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| But better late than never nothing changed but the weather
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| I learned a valuable lesson
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| As quickly as you get blessed
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| You can loose your blessing
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| Now I remember when I used to be the life of the party
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| Pay the tab at the bar
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| Drinks for everybody
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| Niggas that I thought used to be my brothers
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| But when I lost it all
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| Started showing their true colors
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| It went from celebrating a nigga
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| To putting salt on my name
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| All these M. C's I bless in this shady rap game
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| Felt humiliated, busted and disgusted
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| The whole world’s laughing at me
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| Niggas I trusted
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| But the same thing satan designed to kill me
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| Is the same thing God use for a nigga victory
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| Rose out of the ashes
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| Putting paint where it ain’t
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| Got the family on deck
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| 10 fold in the bank
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| Couldn’t thank you scandalous niggas enough
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| Seems odd
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| Because of your wicked ways
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| Brought me closer to god
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| Cause these rap niggas in the game some weirdos
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| Plucking their eyebrows, painting a nigga toes
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| I use to like Boy George records
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| But real niggas don’t wear no dresses
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| The game is so vicious
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| Niggas take it up the ass to get illuminati rich
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| Some niggas pay dues and some niggas don’t
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| The lord is my shepherd and I shall not want
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| He restore my soul
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| For his name sake
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| And yike
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| Do I walk through the valley of the fake
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| Big wopp from Inglewood try to tell me first
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| He said Slick hope your ready rappers get it worst
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| When I was just damu’ing it was all church
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| But ever since recognition
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| I’d a felt cursed
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| When I was a crash test dummy
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| They all love me
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| But once the cash got chunky
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| Someone’s life fucked me
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| Cali gangbanging rules need to be adjusted
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| The guidelines ain’t in favour of the homies bumping
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| They don’t understand the industry
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| You can be struggling
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| Just because a nigga got a deal
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| Don’t mean he check busting
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| You got a 360 deal, you hungry still
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| Suppose to be on tour
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| Nigga I’m with pills
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| I get the chills when I think of how it could of ended
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| On the 4 yard with all my luxuries suspended
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| Cause of some shit a nigga that suppose to be my friend did
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| Free all the homies who didn’t get the memo i did
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| Trill
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| As time keeps moving on
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| A real nigga gotta stay strong
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| Wooh, wooh, woo, woo, woo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Time Keep Moving On , by - Mitchy SlickSong from the album Kokane King of Gfunk, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп