| Now if I die tonight mama bury me a G
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| I notice many man who don’t wanna see me free
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| With the good Lord on my side ain’t no nigga scaring me
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| Only thing left on my mind is this liquor, gold and weed
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| Well, well let me be great
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| Let me great
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| Let me great
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| Let me great
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| See I just wanna be great
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| These niggas hate to see that
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| And I just want my blesses Lord
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| I believe in that, self lights to the wallet
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| Penny wishes in my pocket
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| And I just wanna be a bigger nigga
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| Rest in Peace to Christopher Wallace
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| Me and mom on the highway
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| Looking for the deadbeat dads
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| She got the ski mask on playin' gospel songs
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| With the loaded gun on the dash
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| See I’m moving fast, try to catch my dad, like ass
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| Time up in the trunk cuz he never giving up
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| Never time for a bless in the past
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| Will you bend for a bit the same
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| How many kids felt the same
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| Like yourself in the room try to hide from the fuse in my music drown all the
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| pain
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| Get rich or die tryin on my hear boi
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| Murder on my brain
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| Finger on the trigger blame it all in the liquor
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| Let my conscious sayin, hear me say
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| Now if I die tonight mama bury me a G
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| I notice many man don’t wanna see me free
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| With the good Lord on my side ain’t no nigga scaring me
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| Only thing left on my mind is this liquor go though me
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| Well, well let me be great
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| Let me great
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| Let me great
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| Let me great
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| See I just wanna be great
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| All these workers makin' it fast
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| Try to get it for a new straight
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| Ain’t got time for no feedbacks
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| Never pay no pussy on mind
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| And lesson it’s get no head
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| Bitch cuz I ain’t got no time
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| For the games tricks are really for kids
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| I know, I know, I know who they really do it for
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| They ain’t even gotta ask
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| We just rather let it show
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| I just rather spend my time
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| Being great and kill the shit
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| Bloody mary all in their vine
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| That’s what six days will get
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| So fuck y’all, all of y’all, don’t like me, then blow me
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| Just drink a filth let the alcohol sink watch the good lord console me
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| Dear Lord come solve it, no sleep to the grammys
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| Or until I see granny, cuz this finger on the trigger,
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| Blame it all on the liquor watch my city hold me (down, down, down)
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| Now if I die tonight mama bury me a G
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| I notice many man don’t wanna see me free
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| With the good Lord on my side ain’t no nigga scaring me
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| Only thing left on my mind is this liquor gold and weed
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| Well, well let me be great
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| Let me great
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| Let me great
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| Let me great
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| Let me great
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| Let me great
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| Let me great |