| Like I said on rap city nigga
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| I can’t complain
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| She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me)
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| But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me)
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| Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me)
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| But im protected by his fears
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| So death I dont fear.
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| Through all the struggles (mannnn)
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| Through all the pain (say that)
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| Through all the rumors god still blessin boosie (fuckin right)
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| Fuck a nigga god protected lil boosie
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| Will a pussy nigga shoot me his spirit’ll bullet proof me
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| Bless many things I dreamed bout when I was small
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| 99 problems but he helped me get through em all (realll)
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| Keep me healthy so I can get through to ya
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| Every night I thank god im a super star
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| Through all the murders, through all the jail time
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| Coulda been indicted nigga kept it real? |
| lane? |
| line
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| Long nights on the blocks, hands full of rocks
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| He was that feeling tell ya take it in lil nigga
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| She knoe he gettin money, so tell me why she trippin
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| She just dont know bookoo hoes won’t be up in her position
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| Got a nigga stressed out (I ain’t worried)
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| Gettin 15 gs stay swervin.
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| She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me)
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| But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me)
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| Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me)
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| But im protected by his fears
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| So death i dont fear.
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| I know he blessed me this christmas
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| Gunna have a happy new year
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| With all my family and my niggas
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| Bread done got thicker, thanks to him
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| God dont let em walk down on me like soulja slim
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| A 100 thousand the first month, you know its him
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| This watch, this chain, this bracelet
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| God gone make me go for them
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| Bitch I play a? |
| butterem?
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| Bad bitches lovin him
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| These streets ain’t the place for me
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| Police tryin to put a case on me
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| But god see that we all created equal
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| Some hustle harder then others
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| Regardless we all brothers
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| Just come from different mothers
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| Niggas I used to fuck with are? |
| now me now?
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| Got me thinkin to myself is they gunna try me now
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| I called that, three hemis and a couple old schools
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| I make a nigga bring that drama to ya whole crew
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| They want my hand in my lap, lay me down
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| I stay strapped with 50 rounds
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| And its goin down.
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| She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me)
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| But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me)
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| Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me)
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| But im protected by his fears
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| So death i dont fear. |