| Like I dropped straight from heaven
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| Five strong words: rest in peace Lil Kevin
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| And this ain’t how I was born
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| But this is how I live
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| So that’s how I’ll die, and do not close my eyes
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| So when you see me in the casket I’m a look right back at ya
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| Cause I don’t trust none of y’all
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| Fuck every one of y’all
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| Now which one of y’all wanna brawl?
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| And overall I got that pistol under all of my garments
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| Torment, torture
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| Tragedy, catastrophe
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| No battery, just murder in the coldest temperature
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| And that means first degree
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| Even deaf motherfuckers done heard of me
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| I ain’t gonna let you motherfuckers worry me
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| And tell that beef I’m Burger King
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| I represent that saint’s sign
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| I’m so high I can paint signs
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| And if she ain’t fine, she ain’t mine
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| Thank god that I’m alive
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| But if he end it all today, I have done more that I can say
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| (Amen)
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| Let’s pray (let's pray)
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| Ten fingers (ten fingers)
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| Together for forever (forever)
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| Let’s pray (let's pray)
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| Together (together)
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| Forever, forever
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| The Lord is my shepherd
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| You haters can’t harm me
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| I walk with his blessings
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| The angels be my army
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| Of course there’s a weapon on my waist within arm’s reach
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| That’s my baby keep it strapped in like a car seat (yes)
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| Though I walk through the valley in the shadows of death
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| Forgive me Lord I had to carry my tech
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| I touch cash and get cheese
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| Play with that cash I bust mags, indeed
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| Forgive those who trespassed against me
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| For they know not what they do until they history
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| Gone, memories
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| Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
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| Like what happens when I get up with my enemies
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| Paybacks, penalties
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| Bang back, send em' these
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| Funerals, these people got to waste more Hennessey (yeah)
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| They got to pour it on the floor for ya
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| Maybe next time they’ll pray a little more for ya
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| I pray to God not Lucifer
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| Devil I’m rebuking ya
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| Lord have mercy on my soul when I’m suited up
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| Daddy was a hustla, mommy was a Christian
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| Momma said prayers, daddy steady cookin' chicken
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| If I’m living life wrong, I don’t wanna be right
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| Send me blessings to the cloud, hope I make it through the night
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| Dear Lord as you lay me down to sleep
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| I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
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| If I shall die before I wake
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| Then I pray to the Lord my soul to take
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| There shall be no other god before thee
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| Lord please forgive me of my sins if I O. D, slowly
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| I know I should not kill but I will
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| If a nigga try to shoot me and lay me still
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| I’m so sorry for the wrong thing’s that I’ve done
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| This the end of my prayer we all say amen
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| Dear God
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| As I begin this day, my thoughts turn to you
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| And I ask for your help and guidance in everything I say and do
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| Give me the patience that I need to keep my peace of mind
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| And with life’s cares, I hope dear God, some happiness to find
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| Let me live but for today, not worrying what’s ahead, for I have trust that you
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| Will see I get my daily bread
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| Give me the courage to face life’s trials and not from troubles run
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| And let me keep this thought in mind «Thy will, not mine, be done.»
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| And if some wish I do not get though I have prayed to thee
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| Please help me to believe and understand you know what’s best for me
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| I’ve failed you many time, I know
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| But tonight when I rest
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| I hope that I can say, «Dear God, I’ve tried my best… rapper alive.» |