| Malice found religion, Tony found prison
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| I’m still tryna find my way out this fucking kitchen
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| a Birdseye view got me channeling my vision
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| turn one to two now my kilo’s got a sibling
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| father knows best, watch my hands are forgiven
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| we kicking up dust like the Colosseum floors
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| walls full of safe’s like they mausoleum doors
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| pussy getting wet as she walking through my morgue
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| Grant’s, Jackson’s no room for George
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| yeh, the fear of God’s in you mother fuckers
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| this art imitate my life
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| your World Star HipHop fame based off imitation white
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| eliminate the fools gold imitation ice
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| my music for your soul, inspiration for your life
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| every dime made in his life more disastrous
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| help my young bitch see her way through her bachelors
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| send my old bitch right back to get her Masters
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| same graduation I was clapping in the rafters
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| the truth hurts every time it’s revealed
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| what goes around comes around, this is life’s ferris wheel
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| grab hold and reverse the steering wheel as I parallel park
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| Kentucky derby on the grill
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| the fact that I’m free lets me know God is great
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| ten year marathon of me selling concentrate
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| these rappers talk crowns but I’d rather talk fear
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| villain like candy man, say my name and I’ll appear
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| no weapon formed against me shall prosper
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| a kuna matata, feet up sipping java
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| strolling up the totem pole, what’s my only problem
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| scrolling through my Rolodex, who should bed toddler
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| so many hands raised as the band plays
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| I’m here now, watch how many nigga’s plans change
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| blow (repeat)
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| first class flights
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| Ciroc soaked nights
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| waking up to models
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| what a mother fucking life
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| blow (repeat) |