| Our Father, who art in heaven
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| Hallowed be Thy Name
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| Thy kingdom come
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| Thy will be done
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| On earth as it is in heaven
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| Give us this day our daily bread
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| Just Watch over my family Lord while I’m out here chasing bread
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| It’s like I always get bad news everyday I jump out the bed
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| So I roll a fat one up and I take one to the head
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| Momma call us and my auntie just found out she got cancer
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| Could do nothing but hold my head down ain’t even know how to answer
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| Hung the phone up called my auntie told she gone be 'aight
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| Don’t know but for family I put that shit on my
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| Yeah, I sold dope just for family could live good
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| No matter how far I get for South Memphis I’m still hood
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| Auntie just call me said she felt low can’t you send some pictures?
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| Wherever you go through auntie just know we’re right here with you
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| Our Father, who art in heaven
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| Yeah I’m doing good but I be stressin'
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| Didn’t come to ask for no money but I be streesin'
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| Come for my niggas locked up they got their family stressin'
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| Our Father, who art in heaven
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| Didn’t come to ask for no money but I be stressin'
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| Yeah I’m doing good but I be stressin'
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| Come for my niggas locked up they got their family stressin'
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| I got this niggas that’s so close to me
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| That he me so I treated him like blood
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| Shit crazy nigga stole from me
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| It’s all good my nigga I ain’t trippin' bruh you still
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| But hell nah I can’t fuck with you
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| Hell nah Ion' trust you nigga
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| Your crazy pal still love you nigga
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| But I would never gave you none nigga
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| A OG once told me
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| That you got all the love in the world
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| But the streets never loved you nigga
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| For real, damn, this shit cray
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| The way I roll the weed all day
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| Tryna smoke my palms away
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| That’s why I gotta get rich right now
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| Get this shit outta the way
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| All I can do in effort forgiveness of my sins
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| And pray for better places |