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I came up in the hood, infested with teenage hustlers |
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Street grinders, paper chasin', scrapin' busters |
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By keepin' dust up noses an' caine homes, pipes an' cans |
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So they want they ride candy, painted just like the man |
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That Veta tryin' not to bite his hand |
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But they need 'em to keep 'em life from they stand |
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Every night prayin' for prayin' go as far as the ceilin' |
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Got me feel like |
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I'm cursed from this heart that |
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I'm dealin' |
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An' all this liquor hoein' brother an' goose-neckin' |
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That I do but |
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I don't want to got me losin' blessings |
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God said He'll take the next two steps if |
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I take the first |
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I did but in it to pick an' sellin' the spur |
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From under my feet, lost faith an' jump in the street |
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Back to serve a rocks, dyin' to the chrome in the heat |
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An' runnin' with |
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Gs that take it to the block with 'em |
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Tellin' me, along with my greens, up like pot nickel |
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Well, all |
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I knowThat |
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I'd been down this road before |
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It ain't the first time, won't be the last |
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I gotta slow down 'cause |
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I'm livin' too fast |
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It's time to admit, |
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I need some help |
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Still livin' with my momma, can't feed myself |
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Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake |
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An' who gay, it's about who pray |
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You can clock my consistent an' endless efforts up |
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Uplift me, trees an' branches catch draft |
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When I'm choppin' down a path to walk down |
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Actually don't even know how talk sound |
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I'm tryin' to stop the next step, they drawin' the chalk 'round |
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Matter of factually, |
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I'll stand alone |
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With no entourage to back me |
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God is my every existence, exhalation, exactly |
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I'll pimp prophets, so profoundin', labels don't like contract me |
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I'm one of a kind, they gotta find a satellite to contact me |
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Let us bow, |
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I thank the |
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Almighty God for right now |
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For the strictor, smile through the tribulation an' trial |
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For sparin' me when the |
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Devil was darin' me |
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An' scarin' me, synonymous for preparin' me |
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An' to my family, the |
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Dungeon Family |
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An' ya'll family, we all family |
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An' to me health an' home an' my son, |
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KingstonMy tongue is my gun, revolutions already begun |
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Well, all |
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I knowThat |
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I'd been down this road before |
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It ain't the first time, won't be the last |
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I gotta slow down 'cause |
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I'm livin' too fast |
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It's time to admit, |
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I need some help |
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Still livin' with my momma, can't feed myself |
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Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake |
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An' who gay, it's about who pray |
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All I know is charge cards, cars an' clothes |
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Man, it's all for sure |
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An' all could go an' when it's gone, you alone |
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Runnin' up yo cell phone, callin' |
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God forAn' who to say that day ain't all awful close |
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An' if you ballin', playa, it's only because |
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God's your coach |
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An' it don't 'bout the lies you hold, laws you broke |
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Things ya drink, dank an' cigars you smoke |
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He gon' forgive you an' that's right |
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Now don't get me wrong, |
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I like LL, but |
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God 'Da Goat' |
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He da greatest of all time, if |
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I'm lyin' |
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I'm blindCan |
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I get a Amen? |
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But we got to stop, we got to stop doin' dirt |
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Comin' to |
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Church with a |
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Devil tucked in your purse |
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Sittin' some leather from |
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Atlanta, came up finish the prayer |
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Worried about sister, mom's an' hair |
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All the way worried bout what sister, mom gon' wear |
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This ya boy or should they ride the martyr there? |
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It don't matter, at least that's the moral there |
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In Sunday service, with a |
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Bible, lie defer the |
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SouthBut God bless her, we here to thank |
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GodAn' that's the step inside |
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Holy Church thinkin' |
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I said step inside |
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His Holy Church thinkin' |
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We all God's |
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Property an' not just |
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Kirk Franklin |
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Well, all |
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I knowThat |
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I'd been down this road before |
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It ain't the first time, won't be the last |
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I gotta slow down 'cause |
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I'm livin' too fast |
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It's time to admit, |
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I need some help |
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Still livin' with my momma, can't feed myself |
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Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake |
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An' who gay, it's about who pray |