| Preacher told me don’t set trip on a Sunday
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| Knowin' damn well that devil gettin' played Monday
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| Lord have mercy
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| Please Heaven’s mercy
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| Lord have mercy
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| Please Heaven’s mercy
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| Na-na-na na-na na-na
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| Never, ever
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| Ever, ever get caught tellin' on my niggas
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| I’m a gangbanger, deadbeat father and drug dealer
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| When the money and fame gone, tell me who stayin' with you
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| Runnin' from God’s creations
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| Shakin' these broken hands and meetin' with blank faces
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| Snake eyes keepin' my back achin'
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| Dirty habits of rappin' and bein' savage
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| Still hangin' with niggas that can’t do nothin' but cause damage
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| Guess I’m bein' a real nigga like I’m 'posed to be
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| But bein' real never once bought the groceries and
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| Top told me, «Keep rappin', you’ll make it hopefully»
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| And hope was all that I needed, dreamin' myself to work
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| Cus workin' to fail was better than bullet holes in my shirt
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| The demons hate when you make it and stay alive
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| They’d rather see me down under than see me fly
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| Lord have mercy!
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| Lord have mercy
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| Please, Heaven’s mercy
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| Lord have mercy
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| Please, Heaven’s mercy
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| They say I was a wanted man, a wanted man
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| Runnin' with my gun in hand, gun in hand
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| They don’t wanna see the wanted man, the wanted man
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| Comin' through with the gun in hand, the gun in hand, damn
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| Lord have mercy |