| I pray so hard for my enemies
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| I wish them well with no other intentions (Amen)
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| Life is not promised, no guarantee
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| No guarantees, but you get what you get
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| It’s like Russian roulette (Yeah)
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| It’s like Russian roulette (Baow)
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| It’s like Russian roulette (Yeah, baow)
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| No guarantees, but you get what you get
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| Yeah nigga, pistol to your ear nigga
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| Have my big homie kill your lil' nigga
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| We heard the bricks comin' on the boat
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| We at the dock, we at the pier nigga
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| You won’t even spot or hear niggas
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| But when they get here nigga
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| We gon' pop up and appear nigga
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| On some DMX shit, we gon' be like, «We right here, nigga»
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| Even though we right here, we far away, we light years, nigga
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| And my AK got diarrhea nigga
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| I’m promethazine, mixed with gasoline, mixed with antifreeze
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| And you just some light beer nigga
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| Sig Sauer spit a wig for ya
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| Sip oil better than an oil rig, dig?
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| All your buss downs sparklin' like foil
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| And the coke got me sweatin', keep a towel on my shoulder
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| Like I used to coach the Georgetown Hoyas
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| I would walk down and draw down on you
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| Tell your woadies pray for you
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| And your shooters better be some fuckin' Golden State Warriors
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| I’m gettin' older, other day I told my soldiers
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| Spare nothin' except the strollers, but my heart used to be colder
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| Never sober so a nigga prolly higher when he sober
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| I be higher than the solar system
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| Get rich and control the system
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| I was servin' it, like Anna Kournikova
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| From a Nissan Pathfinder, now I have to find a chauffer
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| I got alphabet bitches, I do numbers, I do digits
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| I hear gunshots at my door, hold on, who is it?
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| I pray so hard for my enemies
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| I wish them well with no other intent
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| Life is not promised, no guarantee
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| No guarantees, but you get what you get
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| It’s like Russian roulette
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| It’s like Russian roulette
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| It’s like Russian roulette (Hold on, right)
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| No guarantees, but you get what you get (Uh, look)
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| You niggas do anything for fame and clout
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| What would you do for your freedom? |
| Might give a statement out
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| I’m from a city, nobody think they’d make it out
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| Got a key and a Glock, I took the paper route
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| Gave my people the block, straightened out
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| And I’ll be back by mornin'
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| Whip the bricks until your back side’s soarin'
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| I just bust the AP, that’s a fact, mind’s water for my bracelet
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| Dropped twenty like Jordan on a bad night, scorin'
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| 'Gnac pourin', I just pulled up in a matte white foreign
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| Stick got a drum in the beam and the flashlight on it, yikes
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| Yeah, my shit’s bad like Lauryn, I ran a tour
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| On my last night tourin', I’m a Mack, like, hol' up
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| I pray so hard for my enemies
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| I wish them well with no other intent
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| Life is not promised, no guarantee
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| No guarantees, but you get what you get
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| It’s like Russian roulette
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| It’s like Russian roulette
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| It’s like Russian roulette (Butcher comin', nigga)
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| No guarantees, but you get what you get
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| Bust it down 'til the scale break, did a buck thirty on the beltway
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| Caught a bomb, Travis Kelce, 'fore we touch down, it’s a tailgate
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| Piece lookin' like a milkshake, had to back up, give myself space
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| Fake statements and my health straight, I can’t give a fuck what no one else say
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| So deep it’s like a jailbreak when the coupe slide down MLK
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| That’s a bulletproof CLK, fire lands on the shelf case
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| Turned felons into executives, made a half a mil' and it felt great
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| Y’all niggas just a lil' late, got a big house on a lil' lake
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| And we both know how the smoke go, shots peel straight through a steel plate
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| Never throw stones when you know you livin' in a glass house like you Bill Gates
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| Good on both coasts like I’m LJ, Bape store out in LA
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| Bougie nigga even when I’m dead 'cause I’ma die and get to hell late, ugh
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| I pray so hard for my enemies
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| I wish them well with no other intent
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| Life is not promised, no guarantee
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| No guarantees, but you get what you get |