| Yea
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| This that Mo Betta Blues shit
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| (183rd Street)
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| Yo
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| Hope the Lord’ll protect us, brandishing all of my weapons
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| Wrestling my perception, they ruthless with their aggression
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| Spray us like a disinfectant, it’s COVID all in my soul
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| Chasing all of my goals yet racing out of control
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| I’m losing track of reality, time casually passes me by
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| Tragically my mind’s obsession was crime
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| And fine bitches I wine, dine and told lies
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| Dime piece, won a Nobel Peace Prize like 3 times
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| Peace God
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| Peace
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| Hope that God is in Heaven and maybe one day I’ll meet him
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| Yo peace to my cousin Keith bro you finally found your freedom
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| Pardon me I’m just speaking, they taking all of my people
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| Like how could I fight this evil when sometime I’m just as evil too
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| Facts, like maybe I’ve been misleading you
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| I promised I would follow my dream and I did see it through
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| Made mistakes, repeat a few, fell in love, got in troub'
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| Smoked a lot of bud and shoot up a lot of club, that’s right
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| That’s just a part of growing up
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| Told me when I’m old enough I’ll learn the world was cold as fuck
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| And 80% is showing up, 5% would know what’s up
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| And all the rest is almost out of luck homie trust
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| Peace God
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| Peace
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| Uh
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| Poker face, I’m unreadable shit they never could tell
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| Hope my story’s compelling, I went through Heaven and Hell
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| I got dreams and promises that I still ain’t fulfilled, I won’t fail
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| Increase my limits sending 50 through Zelle
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| Anyday, I could say fuck it and just pull a Chappelle
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| Life aches, hurting inside but I’m hiding it well
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| Jay said «You can’t heal what you never reveal»
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| So until time get still gets my mind is ill
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| Peace God
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| Peace
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| Uh
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| Dolo so much I heard the room talk
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| Tryna speak about it, give my therapist a Zoom call
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| Running towards the pain, got complacent doing
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| Hidden in my gems, documented them through Tunecore
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| Fuck you making tunes, then said fuck it, let the tunes talk
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| Monetize, give 'em to my kids, watch 'em bloom dog
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| I get busy no loose leaf my art
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| They tryna set up meetings, need 2 P’s to talk
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| The numbers ain’t real, can’t fool me with charts
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| But a couple pieces have you deep in thought
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| Peace God
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| Peace |