| After that day my nigga
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| I remember when he came back to school 3 weeks after
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| Gave that nigga a bible
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| And I was like «Yo wherever you go, take this shit with you
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| You feel me, and you gon' be good
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| Like I can’t, cause you my friend and I can’t protect niggas»
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| Like all I can tell niggas is sit n' pray and that’s it
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| But niggas be taking their life for granted like
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| You know being on some wild cowboy shit, you can’t
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| You got beef with some nigga like, don’t be in their vicinity my nigga…
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| I feel it
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| Soul music
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| Sometimes I just sit and pray
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| Sometimes I just sit and pray
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| Said I don’t know why do I live my life this way
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| Why do I live my life this way
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| Yo, said the apex rhymes on the empire’s eyes
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| Can testify I’m the best of fly
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| Live your life and I’m gon' live mine
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| Tell me what the fuck an angel does
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| We’re seeing kids who ain’t aged enough
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| Getting high off angel dust
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| From NY to Los Angeles
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| There ain’t no love
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| In the heart of the city
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| Looking where they car be at
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| And they party at
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| Cardiac arrest can feel risky
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| Real pissy I chase cheese and real pussy yeah
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| Cats used to yawn on his rap now look at 'em
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| Shit ain’t been the same since them niggas started booking 'em
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| Pull up with your pen up, looking sharper than a bulletin
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| With pin stripes and hollow tip bullets in it
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| He’s something that you’d invest in
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| Catch him live on late night, but he ain’t interestin'
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| Pop up and poop out something like intestine
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| No corrections cause the mic been checked in
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| The only time he be asking is when he sexing
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| My team like teenage mutants and X-men
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| Fire spark when I step in
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| He the human torch
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| Inhaling fumes of all sorts of course
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| Steez taught me how to store it in my ball shorts
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| So when we stop by the D we never get caught
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| I say it again we face L’s but never lost
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| Either be a warlord for 6 fees short
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| Each day in this living hell feel remorse
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| But he had a million dollar smile way before he flossed
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| Sometimes I just sit and pray
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| Sometimes I just sit and pray
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| Said I don’t know why do I live my life this way
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| Why do I live my life this way
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| Yo, said the apex rhymes on the empire’s eyes
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| Can testify I’m the best of fly
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| Live your life and I’m gon' live mine
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| Yo, I’m trying to Oprah win-win with a «L» in my hand
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| Remotely passed off like the generous man
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| And they wonder what it cost to put the pen in my hand
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| But don’t understand they the only one who gets the benefit, damn
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| Sometimes I just sit and pray
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| They couldn’t walk this way in my J’s
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| It wouldn’t feel despair, but disarray
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| Like their souls disappear
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| Son got hot flows, got dropped like disarray
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| Couldn’t close my ghost souls, eyes closed
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| Covered with Ray-Bans, I call it my eyes closed, and I know!
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| Even through shades of black
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| I see brighter days looking back in fact
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| So I relax my mind, see what these tracks can find
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| A gold mine that will make me rich in both dimes in mine
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| Gotta make it all mine if you don’t mind
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| Cause sometimes
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| Sometimes I just sit and pray
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| Sometimes I just sit and pray
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| Said I don’t know why do I live my life this way
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| Why do I live my life this way
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| Yo, said the apex rhymes on the empire’s eyes
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| Can testify I’m the best of fly
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| Live your life and I’m gon' live mine
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| Right on the block where they sit and play
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| Lives the vicious ways where they spit and spray
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| Vicious trey’s coming for the ice you kept in yesterday
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| It’s nothing but the history
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| Protecting ya' from being history
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| And then the next day your face is just a mystery
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| For niggas who really ain’t feeling me are all my fucking enemies
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| Even the lightest hours requires heavy artillery
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| Accelerate without the breaks of a break
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| And still I’m not eating up to now and there’s a lot on my plate
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| All in a day’s work of God and his grace
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| You wanna eat then tell God and say grace
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| And avoid the heat getting the boil to surface
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| A soft nigga caught between these rocks and a hard place
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| Because the Mafia is on the look out for the Scarface
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| But the ill-minded child, is ill minded child
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| Got a round of styles
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| Killing niggas' mental like a round of shells
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| Very well rounded, round it well 'til the highest number
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| Praying that 2047 ain’t the highest number
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| Sometimes I just sit and pray
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| Sometimes I just sit and pray
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| Said I don’t know why do I live my life this way
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| Why do I live my life this way
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| Yo, said the apex rhymes on the empire’s eyes
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| Can testify I’m the best of fly
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| Live your life and I’m gon' live mine
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| Get off my cheeks let me do my thing
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| Interrupt the wave length
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| Live and let live
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| And people talk smart got the balls to say
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| They apex and standing for this way
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| But got nothing to show or give
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| I ain’t judging |