| Cathedral to the congregation
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| Congregation, rise and let us pray
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| As I’m rotatin' with my true playa partner by the name of IDK
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| We tryna figure out, when in doubt
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| Why all this petty shit gotta come our way, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| Put an end to the mothafuckin' hate
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| Let us rise and let us get straight, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| We gotta demonstrate, we gotta congregate
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| And, through this bullshit, man
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| We ain’t gon' do none but aim and penetrate (Penetrate)
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| (Ism)
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| Why all my brothers tryna infiltrate my circle?
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| Why all my sisters tryna spin my wheel and chase my cheddar
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| 'Round and 'round like these women turnin' into gerbils?
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| Guess the family mattered less when I was more an Urkel
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| Yeah, but now I’m Stefan’d up
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| And everything I do is everything that they fond of
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| It’s funny how I went from paperboy to makin' that paper, boy
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| But I’m still tryna throw it at houses
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| My credit was fucked up, but now it’s in fair condition
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| I’m tellin' the banks to help a brother, they never listen
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| Like almost every nigga in the world with the chains and the girls
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| Goin' through the same struggle, just from a distance
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| We think they winnin', and speakin' of winnin', the Redskins losin'
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| That’s a representation of where I’m from
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| 'Cause when the guns pop, we lose a life and that’s the real conclusion
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| We watch 'em change the channel while we make excuses
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| He was just a drug dealer
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| Record wasn’t clean so we see him as a thug nigga
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| (Police described the shooting victim as a known drug dealer— change the
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| channel)
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| He was just a crazy man
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| He blew up the school just to mothafuckin' say he can
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| (Students evacuating with their hands up, the suspect in the mass shooting—
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| change the channel)
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| I love this girl, this girl loves me
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| Even though I’m a girl, too, she my—
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| (The newly updated Marriage Rules Act gives same-sex couples
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| The same rights as heterosexual couples— change the channel)
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| Aw, fuck it, we all brothers and sisters
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| We all brothers and sisters, we all brothers and—
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| (Ooh)
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| Paper is power still (Ooh)
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| Paper is power still
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| Paper is power still, paper is power still (Ooh)
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| Paper is power still, paper is power still (
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| My hittas separate from petty to stupid shit
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| I threw an oop to them like Zion and Duke and them
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| Why every time I see a white person I question myself, like
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| «Am I gonna scare 'em 'cause I’m black?»
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| But when I put my white voice on and ask him for directions
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| He just gives 'em to me with a dap
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| And then smiles, see, not everybody racist and shit
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| But we just tryna be prepared for all the hatred we get
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| 'Cause if I make the wrong turn and stop at a gas station
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| Listen, there’s a small chance that I could probably be lynched
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| In 2019, and probably still in 2020
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| And probably 20 years later 'cause this shit ain’t gon' leave
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| It’s never gon' end, that’s why I gotta scribble this pen
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| 'Cause I got a voice and no one in my generation don’t ever say shit
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| 'Cause it ain’t cool to talk like this
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| But chalk lines tracin' of bodies make me jot my shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| My job is this, say truth to make your jawlines drip
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| So if I get flipped, this message is in all my hits
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| He was just a drug dealer
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| Record wasn’t clean so we see him as a thug nigga (Change the channel)
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| He was just a crazy man
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| He blew up the school just to mothafuckin' say he can (Change the channel)
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| I love this girl, this girl loves me
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| Even though I’m a girl, too, she my— (Change the channel)
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| Aw, fuck it, we all brothers and sisters
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| We all brothers and sisters, we all brothers— |