| Bein enlightened, is no longer enough
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| You must apply
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| Bein willin is no longer acceptable
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| You must do, make it count
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| Na-na-now, now
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| I, I, I gotta shake this
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| Na-na-now, na-na-now, now
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| I gotta, I gotta
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| I gotta shake this jail shit off me He ain’t gon’never sell, he gon’fail shit off me
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| I, I, I gotta shake this weak shit off me Keep shit off me, leave it in the streets like bitch GET OFF ME!
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| 1977, July 5th
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| Conceived immaculately was me, my mom’s gift
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| Unwrapped right there in the room like Christmas
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| My mind has been designed to do light distance
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| Run whole laps around y’all with my thoughts
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| You ain’t hold back on yours, naw that’s my fault
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| Now picture me fallin, all the way to the bottom
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| and I’m layin and callin, somebody come help me find my strength to stop drinkin this poison
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| 'fore I drown my gift, and yeah it’s probably unhealthy
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| Cause I went so hard and woke up sober
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| I lost my good friend and broke up soldiers
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| Loco, goin hard as a locomotive
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| Self-loathin like I ain’t chosen
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| Chose to bless souls, get exposed
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| Just know that I ain’t foldin, huh
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| I gotta shake this
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| September 18th, 2-oh-oh-6
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| I roll up in the court thinkin «This should go quick»
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| On some couple thousand dollar suit type shit
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| From behind thousand dollar Cartier scripts
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| I witness my world tumble down like bricks
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| Two words she slurred, and it sounded like this (this)
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| One year (one year) travel through the room like moonlight
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| through the darkness, ooh it’s heartless
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| How could, I beat two felonies then
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| turn around and lose like (lose like) like this!
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| My lawyer sayin stay calm, people sayin pray for him
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| They lockin my black ass up, like Akon
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| My wife at the crib goin crazy
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| Pregnant, yellin «I ain’t havin no more babies!»
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| People sayin Preem ain’t fuckin with me no mo'
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| Niggaz in the pen’lookin homo, NO!
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| I gotta shake this
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| (Yes!) Fresh outta jail feelin like Christopher Walken
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| The king of my city, swingin my dick as I’m walkin
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| Up to the 7−50, I open the door
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| My cuz and like several bitches make up the decor
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| I look in, he got a company porns
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| I tell him «Nah I’m good, I woulda chubbed her before»
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| I’m a new man but I could fuck with a whore
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| Nigga my dick’s so hard it’s probably touchin the floor
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| Ridin round in the back of a black luxury toy
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| Gettin sucked, like niggaz cannot FUCK with me boy!
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| When I look in the mirror, all I see is the real
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| You niggaz shouldn’t be here, R.I.P. |
| if you will
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| I’m the moment of truth (truth)
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| I’m the only significant thing roamin the scene soon as I go in the booth
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| I’ma do it this time, I’m feelin really defined
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| Unsigned to signed, nigga the city is mines
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| Bitch get off me!
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| Yeah, get off me!
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| Bitch get off me!
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| Now do that make me a liar?
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| GET OFF ME!
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| GET OFF ME!
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| GET OFF ME! |