| Ooh, first off, thank God that I’m a Baptist, huh
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| I’ll baptize a bitch, I ain’t cappin', huh
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| Wash her down in the blood of my tragedies, huh
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| Set her free, I can’t hold no ho captive
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| Drive the boat, Skuba Moses, I’m the captain
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| Huh, Wockhardt in the morning, no mimosas, I’m trappin', huh
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| I can deal with all the consequences of my actions
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| You a bitch, boy, it ain’t coincidence, get it brackin', huh
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| Let me take they ass to church
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| Even though I ain’t been in a minute, granny hurt
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| She know what I came from, I was strugglin' in that dirt
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| If it wasn’t for my God, I would’ve died, I can’t purp
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| Everything happen for a reason, know that shit for certain
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| Only questioned God once, like, «Why you show a nigga them Percs?»
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| Huh, naw, I ain’t complainin', know them things help me work, huh
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| I get high as the heavens, I’m exclusive with this syrup, huh
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| Boy, I know I’m blessed I never ended up on no shirt
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| Never ended up in no casket, never ended up in no grave
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| I was poor and now I’m up, I want the money, not the fame
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| I can’t choose how it bome, but that clout chasing not my thing
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| I can’t do shit that’s lame, I won’t do shit I don’t understand, huh
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| Like I can’t fuck that ho because she know my brother man, huh
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| I ain’t them other niggas actin' like that other man, huh
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| Grind all winter just to fuck up summer bands, huh, ayy
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| Hmm, before they hold you down, they’ll change on you
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| Suggest you keep a blade on you for you to cut the snakes off you
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| Hmm, devil keep playin' with me
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| I ain’t fightin' none of these demons, I’ma kill one happily, huh
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| Boy, I got burner on me, I got burdens on me, ayy
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| I’ll murder homie, BM flirtin' on me, ayy
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| YG on my face, this clip a thirty on me
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| I don’t trust nobody, trust could’ve got me killed, huh
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| Like I’m scared to love somebody, all this shit ain’t real, huh
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| But I ain’t scared to touch no opps, send me on a drill, huh
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| Heavy press to the top 'til I get some mils, huh
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| Heavy press to the top 'til we get some mils, huh
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| Take they ass to Sunday school, play the organ on 'em, huh
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| Thought he was tough, he just a fool, now he an organ donor, huh
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| Lookin' at your boo, oh, that’s your boo? |
| You know I’m on her
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| Say my grace, eat it like food, I’m more than horny
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| Hmm, bust any nigga that ain’t bool, no more warnings
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| The block is hot, hmm, hmm, global warming
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| See-through clip in my handgun, showboat 40
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| Drum gon' throw 'bout forty, I sell dope, don’t snort it, mmm
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| My Lord’ll never let me be a cokehead
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| Don’t confuse me with your man, don’t confuse me with your bed
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| Hmm, bitch, I’m a big dog, I could never be a blowhead
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| I pop pills, I sip lean on my way to get more bread
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| Huh, we don’t do them lifetime drugs, all nigga shit
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| I’ma be a lifetime plug when I get nigga rich
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| Know I treat the drank like chameleon how I sip this shit
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| My old hoes lame, I rebuked 'em, too ignorant, duh
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| I thought it was over, blessings came in, uh
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| Let the church say amen, uh
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| I thought it was over, blessings bame in, uh
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| Let the church say amen, duh
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| I thought it was over, blessings came in, uh
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| Let the church say amen, amen
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| It was over, came in, uh
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| Let the church say amen, amen
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| I thought it was over, blessings came in, uh
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| Let the church say amen, amen
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| I thought it was over, blessings came in, ooh
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| Let the church say amen, amen |