| I heard about this story of this lady’s bound in bed
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| Oh Lord I’m just a kid inside my head, I meditate in a cell
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| Won’t you come on in, let 'em die tonight
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| Tonight I know it (?) some (?)
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| But she (?) 'bout that million (?)
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| And man why I be constantly one of that (?)
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| And that’s not last … mother …
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| (?) out to bedroom (?) so many bruise
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| (?) 5−0 … gets my favorite shoes
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| (?) when my oldest brother (?) my draws
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| Cracks in the walls when we walk the family (?)
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| So tell me what’s gon' happen next, they say I’m stressed
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| Puttin' tape across my chest is just a process of a lunatic
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| Called up, wait up, hold up, I’m tired of runnin'
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| Nigga I’m young, man something’s wrong
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| Her life in bondage got me wonderin'
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| Come on in, let me take you on a ride
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| (?) ain’t no (?) please excuse me for my (?)
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| But some wrong with this (?) gettin' thick …
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| Hearin' stepdad pimpin' … mean it
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| But what about his kids, it was always
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| (?) he was seein' that Jesus
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| Come in, come in, come in, want to give the attest
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| So Lord you got the paranoid so now I’m wonderin'
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| Should have called the feds
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| There goes another nigga file ahead
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| Reminiscin' on a (?) that he said
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| Now my mom finna go to the med yeah
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| Sweatin' by the minute, by the sec-sec-sec
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| I’m stressless sweatin'
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| Knowin' that she’s in critical condition, things can (?)
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| Protect my mom, please prote-e-ect my mo-o-other
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| Cause Koop don’t wanna go and live in the g-g-gutter
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| My little sister, little brother; |
| so little they know
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| Look how I’ma tell 'em that their love is never comin' home?
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| I’m alone and they what’s wrong with us
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| Mother walk right through the door
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| The Koopsta could die (?) |