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[Verse 1:] |
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Before I get started, I couple things that I'm addressin |
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I'd like to thank you for my blessings, some name stars, quaze hearts |
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Niggas say I'm like Elroy Jetson |
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Getting paper's good and make them good |
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If I got to raise em in the same neighborhood |
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Where the killers and they babies still, I ain't prejudice |
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But thank God I ain't gotta live in Connecticut |
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A fool |
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Give me some kids on the earth |
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But if I'm a be away from em they gon be away from me |
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I gotta get up and to work |
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And I gotta pick the bill so the strapping gotta work for me |
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But she was in my corner |
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That's my girl, that's my mama |
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I got to learn about this music from ya |
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[Hook:] |
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Sex, pain, |
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Life, rain |
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Love, hate, |
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Tears, here |
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Sex, pain, |
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Life, rain |
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Love, hate, |
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Tears, you |
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Thank God for you |
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[Verse 2:] |
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I ain't taking it back |
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Thank God for the snake in the back |
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And I'm statin the facts, save me from breaking my back |
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Or robbing a safe full of stacks |
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Seem like we saving the rap from the paper planes in the back |
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When the paper stays in the sack |
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Your hear what they play on airway |
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Strangers say that it's whack so we save up for mac |
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There's gotta be a God somewhere, it's the one who cares |
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I stay on bended knee and hope the Father answers prayers |
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But still some still don't believe |
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You see it's God you see me |
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Thank God for... |
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[Hook:] |
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Sex, pain, |
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Life, rain |
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Love, hate, |
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Tears, here |
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Sex, pain, |
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Life, rain |
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Love, hate, |
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Tears, you |
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Thank God for you |
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[Verse 3:] |
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And I thank God for this woman of mine |
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'Cus she be loving a nigga and taking care of me and mine |
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And she think that she fine |
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You getting lucky if you finally get me loving every kind |
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He set to told me |
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Infest a leaf, instead I love this movie |
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And I love how she love to do me |
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She never gave me trouble with the way I doubled it and give it to me |
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Okay, had to wait on my soul mate |
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Never in her face with colgate |
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And if it's all the same |
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I love having a ball and chain |
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If I'm locked they'll need no paroling baby |
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Mama, in a way you never drama-free |
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But I'm a be connected to you at the hip |
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Plus I be on, I got way too much lift |
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Somebody gotta pay these bills |
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Somebody gotta cook these meals |
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Somebody gotta tell these women they celebrity niggas and they supposed to feel |
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I know I do the fool more than I used to but shit we going though it cool |
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If I had it to do again |
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It would truly end with me choosing you |
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[Hook:] |
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Sex, pain, |
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Life, rain |
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Love, hate, |
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Tears, here |
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Sex, pain, |
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Life, rain |
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Love, hate, |
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Tears, you |
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Thank God for you |
