| Liquor ring rigs on my candle-tips
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| Eyes focused, mind folded
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| Trying to hold my grip
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| As the foundation crumbles
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| Spirit igniting shifts
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| It sound like this
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| My soul is craving other worldly shit
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| My minds a trip
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| Third eye blazing, feeling feverish
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| But on the physical, them niggas barely paying rent
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| I mean it’s mundane, living is leaving niggas sick
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| We got to flip the script, reverse the mental whips
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| With candles, lids and 72 to handle it
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| I might be spiritual, but spiritual about that gangsta shit
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| I sacrifice your life, leave moms to muster it
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| But anyway, let me get back to this mothering
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| Kali can kill your wounds and leave you suffering
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| Camouflage your tomb, leave niggas wondering
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| Don’t get caught up in the muscle, my niggas hustling
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| Flipping sigils, we don’t scribble
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| Nigga, we scratch the intent
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| Know what I meant
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| (check it, uh)
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| I used to think I wouldn’t make it out
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| The struggle
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| Moneys the only thing to talk about
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| No I won’t fumble
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| I’ma just make double, and chill
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| I put that on everything I love
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| Blow me a dub, right after I leave the club
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| For all my people resting in peace
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| Heavenly above
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| I keep a mug of smiley faces, get niggas wasted
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| High off the love, be friendly
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| But watch who you befriending
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| Evil is present
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| Open god gifts or the devil’s present
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| Blunt peasants never learnt them nine lessons
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| Twelve Jews, too much booze
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| Loose cool, Jamel bring the bad news
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| Mad ruse being broke for cashews
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| Mad niggas caught pistol whippings for mad tools
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| I hit the sanctuary, god
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| Police following me for fourteen county in the car
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| Maybe I’m tripping but I can’t get caught slipping
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| Past curfew, 'cause my dukes was tripping
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| Last house of the poor and dangerous
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| Gotta keep shit rock solid if you wanna hang with us
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| But really just know only a in god, we trust
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| Even though shit look like the devil came with us |