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[Intro] |
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It's gon' be aight though (ohh) |
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This one's for you, yeah! |
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Cadillacs on 22s... |
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Pimp my voice and mack these beats. |
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[Chorus - repeat 2x] |
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Cadillacs on 22s |
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I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true |
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Pimp my voice and mack these beats and |
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Pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets, hey! |
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[Verse] |
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God I know that we pimp |
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God I know that we wrong |
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God I know why she talk about Moet all of my songs |
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I know these kids are listening |
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I know I'm here for a mission |
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But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten |
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I know these balls are talking |
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Lord I wanna do right |
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I tried to fight but these demons |
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they comp at me at night |
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Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys |
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I lost Rachelle but I guess I still got the whining Roy |
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My couzins sweet, momma lay that Jason |
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Lord I'm praying for swacking my |
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heart is still impatient |
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Keep 'em off them drugs, far away from thugs |
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He's still my hero but just a shell bed or what it was |
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Yeah smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya calling |
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And shit wrong wit balling |
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But my soul is just stelly [steadily] balling |
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And the sex and the dead, and the other jail |
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God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell? |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse] |
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Lord they hum Andre Jones |
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Lord they hum Reynold Johnson |
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Lord I wanna fight back but I'm |
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just so sick of bouncing |
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Lord I'm sick of jumping, Lord just |
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please tell me something |
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My folks still dumping my music, |
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bumping but I feel nothing |
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My heart is stelly pumping |
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My heart is stelly breaking |
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Sometimes I feel like I'm faking, man |
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I'm so sick of taking |
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Maybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burn |
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Maybe Earth is telling just a place for us to learn |
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Bout yo love, yo will and grace |
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Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in the first place |
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Maybe this first base, God knocked |
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the ball up out the park |
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So we can come home this world right |
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here is feeling so dark |
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Feeling so cold, Lord I'm feeling so old |
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I dunno if I can take this world right here no more |
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22 inch rims on the 'Lac |
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I guess that was yo footprint in the |
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sand carrying us on yo back |
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[Chorus (2x)] |
