| And these days
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| Seem like wherever I go the fake taking over like real ain’t cool no more
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| And these days
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| Don’t nobody show love
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| Instead of lending a helping hand they want to see blood
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| And these days
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| I know that god be so mad
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| Daughters disrespect their mothers like sons do their dads and these days
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| I just don’t know what to do struggling just to make it homie what about you?
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| Uhh and these days seem like the definition of real done changed
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| Like today it’s cool to drop salt on your partners name
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| It’s cool to shake your homies hand but then go sex his dame
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| She pregnant and yo homie thinks it’s his that’s a damn shame
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| Seem like today it’s cool to be gay cause these women be having more women than
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| Joseph McVey
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| And it seems like none of my partners ain’t partners no more they all enemies
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| Acting like they down with me I know they just pretend to be
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| Mama get beat by dad and you look just like your father so mama treat you bad
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| You feel like your something your parents wish they never had
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| That’s the reason you out all night and never at the pad ready to whop
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| somebodies ass
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| But that ain’t the solution then you’ll be like me and end up in an institution
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| No I don’t know you I’m just trying to make a contribution
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| Hoping you don’t end up on death row looking at execution, lethal injection,
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| or electrocution
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| Or even worse somebody you disrespected comes and puts you in the dirt
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| I know if you can’t get rid of tension living hurts
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| Just try to vent your frustration
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| Doing something that won’t prepare you to ride in a hearse
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| It’s easier said than done
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| Soon as you solve a problem your facing another one deal with one player hater
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| and here another one come
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| Deserving the whole cake but end up with nothing but crumbs
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| I know you feel like your done but the devil is a lie
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| Trying to make you think he’s down with you and god want you to die
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| Well tell me why he sent his son here to be crucified?
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| On a cross with a crown of thorns on his head and a spear on his side he hung,
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| bleed and died
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| But it ain’t gone ever change
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| Those of us that are hard headed gone end up in the flame
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| Worshiping idol gods like power and money, mayne
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| I did it myself but realized I had to change knowing my people won’t do the same
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| And these days
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| Seem like where ever I go the fake taking over like real ain’t cool no more
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| And these days don’t nobody show love
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| Instead of lending a helping hand they want to see blood
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| And these days
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| I know that god be so mad
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| Daughters disrespect their mothers like sons do their dads
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| And these days
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| I just don’t know what to do struggling
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| Just to make it homie what about youuuuuuu? |