Yeah, from hills high in heaven
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To Psalms 27
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This is our gospel
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Take my word for it
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Uh, check, listen
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You see the music business like the devil's games
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If you play then you might adopt the devil's ways
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It's an eye for an eye, a tooth the same
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I'm tired of everybody taking shots up my name
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I'm just shooting for my targets
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Look if you've been shooting yourself in the foot, don't hold me hostage
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Making what doesn't sell
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Then you complaining when it doesn't sell
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Now with that off my chest I'mma hope for the best
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I'm never going back to the press though they wanna see me stress
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Counting money and staying relevant
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Made me know the difference between family and relatives
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I beg the Lord show me a path
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Snakes are in my blood line, not in my grass
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Not talking to my match, cut my family in half
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If you reap what you sow, let me pray my own heart
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Come on
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(Pray for me)
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Yeah, please take me to a level, the heaven is above
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(Pray for me)
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Yeah, try sitting in my past so Heaven is a must
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(Pray for me, yeah)
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With the world on my shoulders, I bench-press the cane
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(Pray for me, yeah)
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You know the Lord is my Shepherd so I can't be afraid
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The prayers I need them, the good in me is leaking
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I'd only want this pen now so they can see Jesus
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To show 'em I believe in, shit's getting stranger
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Little change of maze got them questioning my faith
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My visions strange when they negatively name me
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I see Lord, does that make me crazy?
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Suicidal tweets, can you blame me?
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Yeah, look what success did to Amy
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They couldn't work out my letters so they hung me
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I've been fired alive, how could you burn me?
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As I stay afloat, it's titanic for rum
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My confidence is made of titanium
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I told everybody I'm the savior
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Special like I'm born in a manger, manger
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Born to succeed, who's as humble as me
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As long as I got a number, I wear a heart on my sleeve
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Come on
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(Pray for me)
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Yeah, please take me to a level, the heaven is above
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(Pray for me)
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Yeah, try sitting in my past so Heaven is a must
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(Pray for me, yeah)
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With the world on my shoulders, I bench-press the cane
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(Pray for me, yeah)
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You know the Lord is my Shepherd so I can't be afraid
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Looking back like, look what the deal did?
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Still with the same circle and I'm still with Chip
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That's why who I share the last pound with
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Is the same people that I share a mill with
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Six zero's in my last mill with
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Bread and wine, last supper was some real shit
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The prayer's been sent, now we're ready
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Old Judas has been removed already
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Let's go
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(Pray for me)
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Yeah, please take me to a level, the heaven is above
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(Pray for me)
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Yeah, try sitting in my past so Heaven is a must
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(Pray for me, yeah)
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With the world on my shoulders, I bench-press the cane
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(Pray for me, yeah)
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You know the Lord is my Shepherd so I can't be afraid
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Pray for me
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Pray for me
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Pray for me, yeah
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Pray for me, yeah
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Tell my chick, don't leave me now, tell my feet, don't fail me now
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It's too late I'm in front of this crowd
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When you see me bow
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I'll drown in my own sweat before they take me out
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Take the jewels, take the fame
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Take the buzz, take the name but the talent still remains
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And tell the hater change of plan
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I tell the label, drop me still on weeks we all run
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Piss off, this ain't a big trap
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This is seat for a gift wrap, I reply to every diss track
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Back from the future, you plums
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Fighting in advance for the apologies to come
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I'm sick trust me
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Eat a plate of fame of vomit, still repping for the hungry
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Heads shots with success bullets
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More Mobo's, Brits and Grammy's before I pull it
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Believe me, the floor's tight but the jeans ain't
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You can't compromise these days
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I open doors into the blame frame
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'Bout time I do me and get paid for it
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So fuck a market and plan
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I'm light skinned and I can smile, come on, market me, man
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Pray for me and play your position
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I evidently made a transition
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Pray For Me
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| Chipmunk |
