| Born sinner like Biggie, maybe Cole
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| If you picture pitch black, you can peer into my soul
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| Angels probably crying, ain’t no penance for my roles
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| I don’t wanna face a sentence, but it’s clear I’m getting cold
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| I try hard, every time I think I’m on the way up
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| All the wicked stuff I’m plotting makes me stay up
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| It’s like I ain’t in control of my soul
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| Doing good is hard labor, but evil’s like a layup
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| Mama ain’t raise me wrong
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| Partner I ain’t popping pistols 'til your brain is blown
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| Still I know my list of sin is getting way too long
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| If only God can judge me, what lawyer gon take me on, take me on
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| I’m a man, I’m a man
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| I ain’t perfect, but He understands, understands
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| Hope He do cause I got bigger plans
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| Time is money, a day’s a hundred grand, hundred grand
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| Lord, Lord, Lord have mercy (I'm a man)
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| Oh my Lord, Lord, Lord have mercy (I'm a man, I’m a man)
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| Lord, Lord, Lord have mercy (I'm a man)
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| Oh my Lord, Lord, Lord have mercy (I'm a man)
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| The bomb been dropped, dust ain’t cleared
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| Choppers ring out, drown in fear
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| It’s kill or be killed, roll up or get smoked
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| Smile in your face, but at each throats, how I know?
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| He made me a black man, with all black clothes
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| Black coffee, blacking out on all my flows
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| But why is black a problem here for all my bros?
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| And why they trying to put a tag on all our toes?
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| Black fist on the pick sticking out my fro
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| He made me black, and put His image on my soul
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| They thought our fight was finished in 1964
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| New specifics, same hearts, same issues unfold
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| I’m a man, I’m a man
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| I ain’t perfect, but He understands, understands
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| Hope he do cause I got bigger plans
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| Time is money, a day’s a hundred grand, hundred grand
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| Lord, Lord, Lord have mercy (I'm a man)
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| Oh my Lord, Lord, Lord have mercy (I'm a man, I’m a man)
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| Lord, Lord, Lord have mercy (I'm a man)
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| Oh my Lord, Lord, Lord have mercy (I'm a man)
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| Lord have mercy (hol' up)
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| Lord have mercy (hol' up)
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| Lord have mercy (hol' up, hol' up)
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| Lord (hol' up, hol' up)
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| Can’t wait 'til it’ll change, hold up
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| Hope my waiting ain’t in vain, hold up
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| But I gotta try and hold up
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| Can’t survive if I can’t get with the vibe, hold up
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| Every single moment, we got demons weighing heavy
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| Heaven I been waiting on it
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| Only time we ain’t divided’s when we groaning
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| But He died to recruit his main opponents, good morning
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| Tell them that I’m on the way bruh, chains is on me
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| And I’ma get there any day bruh, wait up for me
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| Don’t know what to say
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| But I don’t wanna be vague
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| Don’t wanna get what I deserve, I want my dirt in the grave
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| Hope is hard to hold when you facing doom
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| Hard to swallow when your stomach’s like a vacant room
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| Hungry for the place of peace, please take me soon
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| 'Til then I’ll be praising in the waiting room |