| Holdin' my daughter in the booth
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| Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley trynna find a roof
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| Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
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| Niggas say the west ain’t winnin', I’m just tryin' to find the proof
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| Speakin' of Proof, I’m 'bout to roll one with Snoop
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| Blow the smoke out to your memory and toast to Eminem
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| Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
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| Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
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| But that was cool cause I was just there for the energy
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| Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my hennessy
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| First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
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| Cause I threw up my dukes when California was at a stand still
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| But hope ain’t lost cause Dr. Dre the man still
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| Had faith in me, knew I had heat like an anvil
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| Ran through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill
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| And I ain’t lost the hunger, I’m eatin' out the can still
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| Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world right now
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| I know they listenin' like
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| This young nigga be killin' this shit
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| Hip-hop is life’s Cîroc I’m 'bout to drop a pill in this shit
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| Let’s go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
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| The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
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| Hold on I gotta take Birdman’s call nigga
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| Stunna, whattup blood?
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| «Whattup blood? |
| What’s poppin' my nigga?
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| Look, I know this the last one after this it’s straight Cash Money, my nigga
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| So, it’s YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let’s get it poppin'»
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| Rich Gang
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| All the time one hunnit
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| Soo Woo
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| New coupe, remove roof
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| I’m from where niggas’ll do your bitch and bitch niggas’ll do you
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| Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and run a chu-chu
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| We puttin' on magnums, taggin' that wagon, some of these birds kookoo
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| And murder is what I do to
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| These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
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| The whole world know what I do to Dre’s shit
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| Niggas know I’m classic, I ain’t even gotta say shit
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| Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
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| Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'
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| Whether it’s me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can’t fuck with Jayceon
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| Let’s go
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| Laa, da da da dup da ah
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| Thought you love me before
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| I’m glad to kill it some more
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| Every hood needs an anthem
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| Laa, da da da dup da ah
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| Winning comes with a price
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| No matter how hard you try
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| Can’t buy freedom
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| We’re far from being free
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| Yea we’re far from being free
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| We’re far from free
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| Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
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| After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be deceased
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| Niggas saying I’m underrated
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| Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with
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| So Los Angeles King is sort of an understatement
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| Let me find a gun to play with, I leave you niggas under pavement
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| Tell 'em they rent’s due, pay up or get cement shoes
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| All this dope be around, you act like I ain’t lean on that fence too
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| But now you up here and bitches and cars is what I’m into
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| You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that French shoe
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| I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
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| And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a ginsu
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| My album like a 'Rari, a lot of dope features
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| Glad you bought it, now sit back and just blow reefer
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| I know the concept behind it is gon' reach ya
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| Now turn this motherfucker up and blow speakers
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| Ladies and gentleman
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| I would like to introduce to you
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| An incredible gentleman
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| He goes by the name Elijah Blake
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| Let’s go
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| Laa, da da da dup da ah
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| Thought you love me before
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| I’m glad to kill it some more
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| Every hood needs an anthem
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| Laa, da da da dup da ah
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| Winning comes with a price
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| No matter how hard you try
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| Can’t buy freedom
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| We’re far from being free
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| Yea we’re far from being free
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| We’re far from free
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| And last but definitely not least
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| I wanna send a special shout out, to my nigga James Harden
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| Another Los Angeles nigga carrying rockets
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| Ballin' on you bitches
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| Ay man, look
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| You done rocked with my nigga Game
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| First of all Game, shouts out to you
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| You put your foot in this album’s ass
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| Here’s the thing man
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| This is your public service announcement for free
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| This is from me, to you, and everybody who listens to this album
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| At the end of the day, man, you can’t be judged
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| If you a man to God, then be a man to God
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| If you a nigga from the streets, god damnit, be a nigga from the fucking streets
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| At the end of the day, you are who you are
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| God made you for a reason, man
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| Now I’m not saying go kill nobody
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| I ain’t saying go smack ya lady in the face
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| What I’m saying is, be who you think you are, man
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| Don’t mix that shit up
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| At the end of the day, look
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| Am I perfect? |
| No
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| Do I want to be perfect? |
| No
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| Does God know I’m not perfect?
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| Well that’s a fucking question mark, cause here’s the thing man
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| Cuz I’m praying at the wrong times of the day
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| That’s weird, and I’ll talk to you about that later
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| But man bottom line what I’m saying is this dude
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| Be you do you, can’t nobody judge you but you
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| And at the end of the day if you doing hat you supposed to
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| Then fuck it man!
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| You got one life! |
| Live it!
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| With that being said
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| Pray for me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freedom , by - The Game. Song from the album Jesus Piece, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп