| This shit is for all the motherfuckin niggaz out there
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| doin what the fuck they gotta do to feed the family
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| Hangin up out the window, ready to blow
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| I’m harassed by crackers, the stress of the Pastor
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| -Look in my eyes-
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| I’m in the rain sellin my shadow
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| but it’s gone still follow me, so I battle
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| -Nah, you gone make it-
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| Naw fuck that, cuz you lyin
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| Look at how many made it, and look at how many tryin
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| -So I guess you feel-
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| No now I don’t feel, never fell never will
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| Ask Phil I kept it real yeah it’s still blood spill
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| -Who they kill?-
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| All my folks
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| -How they die?-
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| Quickly, never really lived they life
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| but they died particularly anyone who kept it real
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| -Trap-
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| And so many old friends, prayin for my profit
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| Motherfucker talked to undercovers
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| -So you sell drugs?-
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| No, I show love, don’t nobody love me Papa wasnt there for me, momma never hugged me Buggin me bout what I do, loan me a G or two
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| Just like I fuckin thought all you do is fuckin talk
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| Chorus: repeat 4X
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| I do what I wanna do, I do what I have to do And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you
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| I do what i wanna do, I do what I have to do And if that mean blast at you, my nigga we blast at you
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| When the pressure becomes too much upon my heart
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| where the fuck I’m 'posed to go?
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| Flex em like these other folks, fuck that shit twist mo’smoke
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| I’m to’now, take mo to death will probably scare me Say I dont give a fuck no mo’my nigga I am ready
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| God already prepared me for Hell so hell I’m straight
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| Give me a house and crush up the house nuthin but weight
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| And I’ma be the only Pastor that’ll be burnin
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| No mistakes yeah you heard it, cuz it wasn’t misworded
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| because ain’t nobody perfect, who knows if God forgave you
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| Just because you done fucked up you askin him to save you
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| Behave you, or I’ll be forced to grab my rifle
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| And anything I do will be done in my survival |