(Intro)
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Yeah
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My daddy was born ready, I was ready.
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(Verse)
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Your time of death, my cost of living
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Michigan/Philly nigga, red/white Jordan 6's
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Went to school in the 'burbs, but that make no difference
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White boys on my team go harder than niggas
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We the best in the game, but yo coach ain't never listen
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Unsigned like a motherfucka, now that the labels phishing
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Signed a deal a year ago, got out of it cuz I ain't feel the dough
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Got a cool mil off "Black Chukkas", I know yo but I'm cool bro.
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All black, all black, all black! (My nigga)
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But you anointed Christian
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Yo mama dressed you for church nigga, who you kiddin?
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Dick-in-the-booty ass niggas, you must be shittin'
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They say I'm the greatest in the world, but I'm tryna live it.
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40 ounce got all the bitches, P.G county got all the bitches
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I¡¯m a trill nigga, in Hilfiger, my style leave you end up missing
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Fashion killer, Paris life I'm with Bob Sincla...(get it?)
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3000 electro lights.
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Walk hard and my soul glow, 3000 electro lights
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Got coke lines in the bathroom, baddest bitches live the wild life.
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Tall bitches give the best head, standing up on my bed
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I drive a go cart through the shopping mall
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Staring up skirts no draws.
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Cruising in front of your bitch, parking her whip
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Talking and gawkin the kid, arguing 'bout shit
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Both of y¡¯all need to get off of my dick, dick.
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A nigga came too far, to live a lie
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I die young, to be still alive
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(Hook)
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Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
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Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
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(Verse)
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Who will survive in America, on the top floor of hysteria
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Looking down to my life, like how the fuck did I marry her?
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Life¡¯s a bitch but she suck a good dick
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Ass fatter than the bottom of a Benz, sitting on low 23 inch
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Shoosh!, belly of the beast, I ain¡¯t hungry though
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Vegan life for you pork rolls, En Noir leather short flow
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Android Homme when I walk (cold), Balmain sweater when I¡¯m laying low
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I'm on a balcony blowing halo's
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With Topo Chico by the case load, staring at life tryna drink slow
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One day imma ball like, Jay-Dub and Susu
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On a private jet to that red moon, Instagram on my phone too
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On a plane wildin out making babies
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Goddamn I must be crazy (nigga)
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Fucking like I'm in the 80s (nigga), 87 I was that baby (wooo)
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Bombs bombs blown away
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My swag done fucked yo hoes away
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I style myself put your clothes away
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Raak killed the beat, thats a throw away
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Can't find the body muthafuckin cold case, fuck everybody
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Young OG, middle finger to niggas dick riding me.
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(Hook)
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Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
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Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
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(Verse)
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I wear my heart on my chest, fuck yo necklace, fuck yo necklace
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Turning my phone off, fuck yo texts, fuck yo texts
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My daddy dead, I was born a blessing, born a blessing
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Summer time in '92, back seat, I was rolling Benzes (Swerve!)
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Clio Road, to that Southside, I¡¯m coming home, at Grammy time
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So my grandma know I still ride, for my blood, I will die
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Forte and Bryant, I'm so king nigga kiss my highness
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En Noir life, you niggas get from round us (wooo)
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Nigga! You think this the death of a dynasty
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This art of war, Raak and DeNiro beside of me, I¡¯ve been quiet too long
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JY nigga pass that loud, smoking on that heaven
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Can you see them clouds?
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(Hook)
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Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
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Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray.
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Pray
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| Gilbere Forte |
