| I put my faith in God, but now I’m losing hope
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| So I’ma pray to that dope, put my faith in my work
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| I thank the Lord for my blessin', Lord knows it could be worse
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| I got some niggas in the pen, I got some niggas on the shirt
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| Lord knows I been stressin', I’m just tryna make it work
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| Stretchin' mollies, cutting Percs, I’m just workin' with my work
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| Father God, I been losing faith, every day it hurts
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| Before I pray at the church, I put my faith in my work
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| I hit my plug for the work, he said he dry, it really hurt
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| Ain’t got no weed, got no Perc, ain’t got no lean, got no syrup
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| I’m like damn, golly, I can’t even serve a quarter
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| Told my patients keep their patience, right now my trap outta order
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| All my smokers need they weed, all my snorters need they yola
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| All the crackheads gettin' grouchy, all the shermheads want they water
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| I had a job at Panera Bread, I took that work to work
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| I was sellin' niggas bagels, I was sellin' niggas Percs
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| I quit my job, had to juug and rob, pray to God, but it ain’t work
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| I tried to work, but it ain’t work, so I’m workin' with that work
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| Sleepin' on the floor and started kicking doors
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| I ain’t had nowhere to go, no food or clothes
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| Pray to God, but nobody knows
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| Hey, get the plug on the phone
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| He got the dope
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| D.A. |
| got the dope (Hey)
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| My choppa got the scope (Hey), I’m working, mixing coke (Hey)
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| I put my faith in God, but now I’m losing hope
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| So I’ma pray to that dope, put my faith in my work
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| I thank the Lord for my blessin', Lord knows it could be worse
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| I got some niggas in the pen, I got some niggas on the shirt
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| Lord knows I been stressin', I’m just tryna make it work
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| Stretchin' mollies, cutting Percs, I’m just workin' with my work
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| D.A. |
| think they got a case, but I’ma make 'em work
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| Fuck the D. A, fuck the state, fuck the judge and county clerk
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| Had to get it out the mud, mix the water with the dirt
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| I’m not a middleman or plug, I got water, I got Percs
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| I got molly, I got syrup, I got rounds, I got pounds
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| From the ghetto to the bird, ship them pounds to your town
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| I can send 'em on a plane, I can send 'em on the 'Hound
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| Before I ship 'em off, I pray, I got faith they touchin' down
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| It’s a struggle to survive, we out here dodging them peoples
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| Pops locked back up in county, he was swipin' them Visas
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| Southwest Alief, grew up, struggled with my sister, three brothers
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| We shared our shoes and shared the room, we slept on floors and shared covers
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| I used to dream I made the league and called plays in the huddle
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| But reality for me was heinous things, servin' cluckers
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| Mama told me keep my faith, but now I’m losin' hope
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| So I’ma pray to the dope, put my faith in the work
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| D.A. |
| got the dope (Hey)
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| My choppa got the scope (Hey), I’m working, mixing coke (Hey)
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| I put my faith in God, but now I’m losing hope
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| So I’ma pray to that dope, put my faith in my work
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| I thank the Lord for my blessin', Lord knows it could be worse
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| I got some niggas in the pen, I got some niggas on the shirt
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| Lord knows I been stressin', I’m just tryna make it work
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| Stretchin' mollies, cutting Percs, I’m just workin' with my work |