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| OnBeat
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| Yeah
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| I don’t play, I got woes, I got God, I got hope
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| I got Soph in my home, I got G, that’s my bro
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| OB on the beat, he got heat on the stove
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| If you keep playing with us, they going reap what they sow, woah
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| Yeah, buddy, we gon' keep keep talk in code
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| And I hang with a few, 'cause the most do the most
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| Wine bottles on the table, get the chairs and the toast
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| 'Cause we didn’t save ourselves, it was God as our boast, uh!
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| Look, talking like they know me, they don’t know the half
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| I’m like Owen Hart mixed inside of Noah’s ark
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| I had battles in the dark, why you so alarmed?
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| See the battles and scars. |
| had to go to class
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| Tamagotchi in my pocket, why you holding off? |
| Uh
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| 'Cause the olders got the rocket that could mow a lawn, uh
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| But I’m chilling in the field, didn’t go to farm, uh
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| Daddy told me keep it real and show no regard, uh
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| Those who didn’t want to build tried to throw a dart, uh
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| When you got the shield with you, you gon' hold it hard, uh
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| I’m a sower, He the grower, you can’t throw apart, uh
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| Everything that He touches, we His holy art (Woah!)
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| Talking like they know me, they don’t know the half (No!)
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| They ain’t see my mama, had to load a cargo
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| All we saw was drama, she ain’t let her arm close
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| Everybody eats, no stones
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| I don’t play, I got woes, I got God, I got hope
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| I got Soph in my home, I got G, that’s my bro
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| OB on the beat, he got heat on the stove
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| If you keep playing with us, they going reap what they sow, woah
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| Uh, yeah, buddy, we gon' keep talk in code
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| And I hang with a few, 'cause the most do the most
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| Wine bottles on the table, get the chairs and the toast
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| 'Cause we didn’t save ourselves, it was God as our boast, woo!
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| Look, no delay, I made a note today, huh
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| Know the race, nobody owe you grace, huh
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| God did it, that be my only space, look
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| All in it, my brother throw the bait
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| Who’s playing games? |
| Want to play it safe? |
| I’m setting pace
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| For the younger men to imitate while you hesitate
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| I ain’t had a pad or pen, but since I’m in a place
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| Never had a plan to spend, but let me set a plate
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| Demonstrate at a better rate, it’s begun
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| Got to set 'em straight, we ain’t never late, is you done?
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| Had to meditate, get my head away from the slums
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| Let me predicate, this is for the Way and the Son
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| He the boast, Koffee with the toast, uh
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| Yahweh shower blessings on me, never leave lone, uh
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| I could never pay back, you ain’t even know
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| Had to take 'em way back, homie, now you know, aw, yeah!
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| I don’t play, I got woes, I got God, I got hope
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| I got Soph in my home, I got G, that’s my bro
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| OB on the beat, he got heat for the stove
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| If they keep talking reckless, they gon' reap what they sow, woah
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| Uh, yeah, buddy, we gon' keep talk in code
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| And I hang with a few, 'cause the most do the most
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| Wine bottles on the table, get the chairs and the toast
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| 'Cause we didn’t save ourselves, it was God as our boast, boy! |