| The preacher came into my room and prayed with me; |
| thought I was ill
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| I’m not here to throw stones at anybody, I just tell it, as I know it
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| That many people- you know, when you’re young, a lot of people want to play
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| with you, but not many want to pray with you
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| Pray with you
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| (I need your love)
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| I’m the needle in the haystack, stop looking
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| Be patient, stop watching when the pot cooking
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| It’s almost done, I get it done
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| I don’t let nothin' linger, I finish them
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| Two birds with one stone
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| I just wanna get mines, don’t have me out here wilin' with the chrome
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| I don’t got love for 'em, it’s no room left for it
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| Niggas snitching and singing to the cops like a chorus
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| All we got is us
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| It’s too late in the game for misguided trust
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| It’s your fault, they got you in the crib tied up
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| Burn bridges and now your favors all dried up
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| Like a drought in the summer, up go the cold price
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| I don’t give a fuck, so I say «Fuck your whole life»
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| And put the green light on 'em
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| Take two of these and call the coroner in the morning
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| Yo, I can’t fuck with these bums
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| They wanna test my aim and challenge my gun
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| The devil wanna try my hand, but God got a master plan
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| Yo, I can’t fuck with these niggas
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| Can’t fuck with these… can’t fuck with these bitches
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| Be a cold day in Kingston when I ain’t dope
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| The Rastas’ll cut they dreads and worship the Pope
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| I got the best of all-time verse, my shit quotable
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| Remarkable rap, I stand out on a tune
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| Big big tings a gwaan
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| You just a crumb on my plate, blown away if I breathe too hard
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| You like a comment on IG, nobody cares
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| Crawl back under that rock, the giants is here
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| For the daughters of men
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| The Infamous master race of hip-hop legends
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| If you follow the North Star, it’ll lead you up top to the state of New York
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| She never heard talk like this, I capture attention
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| My gab is a gift from God for you to listen
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| And learn a new language, bitch, I speak truth
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| You don’t know what I’m saying, you don’t understand, do you?
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| Well, violence is the best translator
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| Bullets are universal, see now you can relate to a thug
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| Yo, I can’t fuck with these bums
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| They wanna test my aim and challenge my gun
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| The devil wanna try my hand, but God got a master plan
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| Yo, I can’t fuck with these niggas
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| Can’t fuck with these… can’t fuck with these bitches
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| The devil wanna try my hand, but God got a master plan |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Try My Hand , by - The Alchemist. Song from the album The Good Book, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп