| God loves you
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| (I love you, God loves you)
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| Can you believe that?
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| Can you believe that?
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| Can you believe that?
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| Hang me on the cross in all my gold
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| Let my soul leave holy (God loves you)
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| Let these red seats hold me
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| Serious constellations glow (Can you believe that?)
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| 36 ounces made me legend (Yeah)
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| God loves you, I love you, God loves you
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| (Can you believe that?)
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| God loves you, I love you, God loves you (Come on)
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| Hang me on the cross in all my gold (Put me up there then, fuck it)
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| Let my soul leave holy (I'm the motherfuckin' one)
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| Let these red seats hold me (I know, yeah)
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| Serious constellations glow
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| 36 ounces made me legend
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| Yo, shit was lit for a minute, had to get it while the gettin' good
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| Whippin' the wrist in the kitchen, we had chickens to cook
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| Did this in different hoods, we went on missions, uh
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| Trips to to north clicks we had it clickin ask these niggas what they did bet
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| all you hear is crickets
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| Still somehow we made sense outta all this ignorance
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| Thank God the 40 cal ain’t get found with my fingerprints
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| Or that body we left in the sticks, it was stinking kid
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| I was just thinking kid
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| Look where we is, this shit just sinking in
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| We came from eating cheese and bread, now I’m eating eggs
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| For sneakers we would shoot up the roller rink like homie did in Zebrahead
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| That’s just how we was bred, I was too blind to see ahead
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| All my shortcomings taught us all something
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| Since the days of cross colours I still fuck with all my brothers
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| Nigga throwing salt but what’s that for walk among us
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| Warmongers, but now we up and scuffing Porsche bumpers
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| When we was young and hustling I wore the dunkest Timbaland construction
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| Now my bitches get that Brazilian butt-lift
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| Baby this veal this ain’t no chicken cutlet or no fuck shit
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| Trillion cuts on my wrist look like I’m tryna kick the bucket
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| Look like I’m tryna kick the bucket
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| No disrespect, I know that’s a sensitive subject
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| Emotional luggage I ain’t recovered yet
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| Make a brother wanna go cop a couple jets and flex on these bubbleheads
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| Hang me on the cross in all my gold
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| Let my soul leave holy (God loves you)
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| Let these red seats hold me
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| Serious constellations glow (Can you believe that?)
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| 36 ounces made me legend
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| God loves you, I love you, God loves you
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| (Can you believe that?)
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| God loves you, I love you, God loves you
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| Hang me on the cross in all my gold (Can you believe that?)
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| Let my soul leave holy (Can you believe that?)
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| Let these red seats hold me
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| Serious constellations glow (Can you believe that?)
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| 36 ounces made me legend
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| Yo, yo
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| Sacrifices I made on this path that I laid
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| Shit was bad till I came
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| I ain’t complained, I just mastered my game
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| The aim was the lane of Rakim and Kane
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| The landscape changed when I went against the grain
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| Niggas wasn’t quick to embrace, no
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| I could’ve did the same but I didn’t hate
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| I just did my thing and prayed, eventually shit went my way
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| I ain’t dickride for no features 'cause I can lift my own weight
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| I’m really self-made and I never fell from grace
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| If they stoned Jesus I ain’t special neither
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| Life’s a bitch who don’t appreciate you til you leave her
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| When you finish you won’t be get to be seen again on Easter
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| The devil lied and naive people believed him
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| Bring me my roses while I’m still here breathing
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| Pop some Belle rose for my achievements
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| The chillest be the (?) coldest seasons
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| Now every home and car I own, bitch I can show the pink slip
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| God loves you (I know)
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| God loves you
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| Can you believe that?
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| I know he does |