| «How many no’s equal a yes?»
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| «How many yes' equal a trap?»
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| Got a couple promises under my belt
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| Don’t mean I trust you yet
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| And it’s a conversation
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| So keep the close ones around
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| Like a I.V. |
| of a dream
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| Seems like we’re all bound
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| Seems like we’re all bound
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| Like fire beneath our feet, there’s no common ground
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| No fear, no fear
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| Blood, sweat, no tears
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| My God, my God
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| It’s God’s grace I’m here
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| No fear, no fear
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| Blood, sweat, no tears
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| My God, my God
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| Hope I make it through the year
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| No fear, no fear
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| Blood, sweat, no tears
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| My God, my God
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| It’s God’s grace I’m here
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| No fear, no fear
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| Blood, sweat, no tears
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| My God, my God
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| Hope I make it through the year
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| Seems like niggas dying left and right
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| Mommas crying in their bed at night
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| My niggas be ready to set if off
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| 'Cause they know I’m bought to be set in life
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| I know that death my certain fate
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| I pray when I go I see pearly gates
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| Fuck the shine in my jewelry case
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| My nigga Shyne got a jury case
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| And to be honest, I’d be right with him
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| If wasn’t for these right rhythms
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| My nigga said, «watch for back stabbers»
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| Week later had a knife in him
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| I no longer get the right feelin'
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| When I go out of my city
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| I gotta keep my with me
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| I gotta play ya’ll niggas
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| No fear, no fear
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| But I gotta play it smart
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| 'Fore I die, I’m trying to live
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| Cop a crib, couple cars
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| Moved momma outta
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| I ain’t with my niggas far more
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| Stop fuckin' with these dog hoes
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| Still got 'em down on all fours
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| No fear, no fear
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| Blood, sweat, no tear
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| My God, my God
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| It’s God’s grace I’m here (yeah)
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| No fear, no fear
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| Blood, sweat, no tear
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| My God, my God
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| Hope I make it through the year
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| No fear, no fear
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| Blood, sweat, no tear (yeah)
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| My God, my God (God)
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| It’s God’s grace I’m here (yeah)
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| No fear, no fear (yeah)
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| Blood, sweat, no tears (yeah)
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| My God, my God (yeah)
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| Hope I make it through the year (aye)
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| My God, my God
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| Gotta pray for my dogs
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| Pray when times get hard
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| We can still whip hard
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| Lotta niggas dying left and right
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| So I gotta hold my weapon tight
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| I’m just trying to be a blessin' now
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| So I forget to pray for myself at night
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| Both parents in the jail
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| «Why the fuck I’m still here?»
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| Got the devil in my ear
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| Just trying to keep my mind clear
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| Could of bought a
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| Spent it all on my kids
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| Diamonds in my daughter’s ears
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| I kill for 'em, I swear
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| Living fast got me paranoid
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| All this other shit, I wasn’t ready for it
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| Swear I love my moms, I barely said it to her
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| Was a young nigga, I was sellin'
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| And my pops gone, it’s like I barely knew him
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| If I get to heaven, hope I run in to him
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| Nigga killed my cousin, hope I run into him
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| Grab the .30 clip, put 21 into him
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| No fear, no fear
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| Blood, sweat, no tear (tears)
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| My God, my God (God)
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| It’s God’s grace I’m here (yeah)
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| No fear, no fear (fear)
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| Blood, sweat, no tear (tears)
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| My God, my God (God)
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| Hope I make it through the year (yeah, yeah)
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| No fear, no fear
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| Blood, sweat, no tears
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| My God, my God
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| It’s God’s grace I’m here
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| No fear, no fear
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| Blood, sweat, no tears
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| My God, my God
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| Hope I make it through the year
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| «How many no’s equal a yes?»
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| «How many yes' equal a trap?» |