[Jermaine Dupri - echoing]
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This is a, So So Def, world premier
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A world, premier
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So So Def, world premier
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Now I lay me down to sleep
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I pray the Lord my soul to keep
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If I should die before I wake
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I pray the Lord my soul to take
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[Da Brat]
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Damn it feels good to see people up on it
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I was sittin in my cell, worried for a moment
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Ain't nuttin inspire me to write one rhyme
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When the pen and pad was callin, I declined
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I ain't give two shits about a passion I had
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Wish I had a semi-auto, spray ALL they ass
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I couldn't eat, sleep, shit in peace
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Depression had me second-guessin myself in the belly of the beast
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They wasn't tryin to put a bitch on before I was gone
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So how the FUCK am I gon' ever make it when I get home?
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I was cookin ramen noodles with no heat, and warm water
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Fightin the gnats and flies off with no swatter
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I got bit by spiders got sick
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Got shipped to the hospital accompanied by a dick
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No lie, Lord why I gotta go through this?
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From a Sealy Posturpedic, to a two inch thick
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No cleaners, no washing machine to do clothes
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I stole, bleach with a mop bucket and blues so
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granny panties, all I was allowed to wear
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Victoria WAS a Secret, shit, she wasn't there
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I couldn't pull that off, cause I had to squat and cough
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Get butt naked, pull the cheeks open so they could check it
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I was subjected to not havin pretty panties and bras
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None of my different J's from Reggie to Jay Walk{?}
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Most of the C.O.'s already pre-judged
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The crooked officers made it a point not to show me love
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and heat up, my spot by harassin me
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Told me to turn around and cuff up, and grabbin me
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A young dumb lil' frail nigga, tryin to be tough, a clown
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A fool for the system, but he a victim now
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Karma a bitch nigga, and he was too
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Bid'ness wasn't mine though, see how God do heh?
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I kept my composure; all I had to do was holla
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"GET HIM" on the yard, and it woulda been over
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But I done learned a lot, earned a lot
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I been solidified my spot, from the bottom to the bottom
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to the top to the top, and I don't give a fuck
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about the clock cause it don't stop, won't stop
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In a recent article with Jamie Foster Brown
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She asked, what I was thankin before the shit went down
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And I ain't know what to tell her, but my adrenaline was hinderin
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any positive image there could've been
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helpful in preventin this incident
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I don't know where my setence went
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I BLACKED OUT! ...
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Did the crime did the time now I'm wonderin 'bout
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dis light of mine, will it shine or is it burned out?
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Told J.D. I was nervous, he said that's eagerness
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Serve your purpose, I'm 'bout to send you these verses
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[repeat 2X]
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Now I lay me down to sleep
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I pray to the Lord, for a second chance he grants me
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See most don't get one, but I did, sheeit
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I promise to do things much differently
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Second Chance
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Da Brat |