| Yeah, oh it’s the realest shit
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| Dear Lord, I want it, so you gotta tell me something
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| Growing up I was crazy, same streets I lost my mother
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| And since we talk in public, I can’t tell you about my brother
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| But I guess he thought them niggas couldn’t touch him
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| Yo, can I live without struggle
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| When we was fourteen, we stopped going to school
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| Rapping on days off, trapping on days off
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| One day I’ll make it to New York in time
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| But until then, I’m on my grind, niggas dying and shit
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| Still got my old chucks on the wire and shit
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| Sometimes I cry for a bit, but then my homie told me it was life
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| Same night I got goals so I’m trying play the game right
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| I’m a star and I know it, soul in the dirt
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| But when I’m hurt, man I still don’t show it
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| Even though what mattered to me it will never change actually
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| It will only make me a man
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| Yo it’s easy to do the same thing with both your people’s in jail
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| And that’s the reason you ain’t have to be in at 12
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| And all the things I’m doing now, I’m doing it well
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| Cause if I stay here, I’ll be dead or in jail for real!
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| Hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
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| I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
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| I gotta make the best out of life
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| Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
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| Yeah, hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
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| I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
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| I gotta make the best out of life
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| Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
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| Yo, if I keep my faith in God, I can shine when the time come
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| The grind got me nation wide like Verizon
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| I know some niggas put their future right behind them
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| Crystal right besides them, never worry about the outcome
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| Now the jail cell is where some of them reside in
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| I can’t do that shit
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| No pussy, no weed, no studio
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| I’m hella serious, I know I sound goofy, though
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| But this the story of my life, I grew up where some don’t make it
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| And the skinny niggas pack guns, stick it in their arms
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| Nightmares on the floor, woke up early in the morn
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| I’m feelin like it’s fourth and long
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| On the field, the disadvantages, told my niggas, they don’t understand this shit
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| I inspire people, I’m try win a Grammy with
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| Crooked letter, swear I’m on some David Banner shit
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| I just hope I see the day that I understand this shit!
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| Hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
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| I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
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| I gotta make the best out of life
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| Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
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| Yeah, hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
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| I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
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| I gotta make the best out of life
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| Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dear Lord , by - Tayyib Ali. Song from the album Keystone State of Mind 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп