| I recorded it, I recorded it, hold on
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| Father, hold my hands and my soul tonight
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| No, I don’t care how we fuck tonight, yeah
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| Time to and give me some
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| Yeah, I ain’t goin', and I ain’t goin'
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| Get me on my hands and we’re goin' to work
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| They over here and they goin' to work
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| Hold my hand and we’re goin' to work
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| And I ain’t goin, I ain’t goin'
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| Ayy
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| Ayy
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| Huh, seven minutes of Heaven with my accountant
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| Talking 'bout me 'cause I’m best, I’m by the mountain
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| It’s the drought without everything you have won
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| We love 'em but just because my heart is a golden gun, uh
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| I mold, future that’s untold
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| Manifest my goals, relinquishin' my foes
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| Incense, baby, hand me the sage
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| The negative energy blow at you, away, yeah
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| This cadence is killin' me, should be put away
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| The people might think that they rehabilitate
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| I’m feelin' conflict in my presence
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| For bein' a menace to pussy niggas' feelings
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| With that said, humanity been dead
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| They treat us like we mechanical pencils who misled
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| And fuck the feds, someone
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| So please call the coroner, this nigga dead |