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to living in my car, I would try to park and hide
Then pray to God nobody would walk by
I would wake up every morning before the sunrise
Do you have any idea
land
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come along
pray you forgive me for all my sins
I know its lonely at the top lord
So ima send you some company amen
Pop out on me and youthinkin im loffin i send
Forgive myself for mistakes cause I can't go back
Pray this passion fruit of mine gon feed me
I pray this passion fruit of mine gon feed me
Back against
I ain't die twice
Don't chase no pussy, it come back
I promise, they got nine lives
Out in Mali, where them niggas got like nine wives
For me, shit
where are you takin' me too huh America
Yo I'm Kunta Kinte 'fore he was enslaved by America
Picture the freedom before the terror
Who had to carry
the city no I don't get tired
Kevin gates do you feel me
Fearless Jet Li when I go against you
Hooping for dollars but I droppin cents too
I proved I got
on my block
Smoking in the lobby looking out for cops
Sipping Private Stock, now my eyes are shifty
Who got me covered on the next $2.50?
Nigga I
land
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come
of this Iron Hotel
Im goin back to that Dryland dirt
For some its just a livin
But for Us its our whole life
If it kills me Im gonna rake that dirt
put me back together
As you grabbed me by the hands
And you zeroed me back in
Cause its like
Wait a minute
I'm stuck in my head
I'm trying to break
what's up
Tell them nigga what's up
Every single day I just pray
I don't meet my time
Two kids, two jobs
Like to hustle for mine
I like to live in my
I'm feeling Fearless
Aware Mr Ware got wounds and he'll heal em
It's been Scott vs The World but no Pilgrim
Indulge me if ever the situation involves me
what you think
You could judge me til your face turn pink
Just ripped the show and we did what you can't
Luck, and I'm drunk and I'm far in the paint
vision, one track minded
Blurred by the bullshit
And criminally blinded
Feeling like a refugee fighting
For his dinner my life is on the line
And the line’s
for the top, I ain't talkin a headshot, all of that actin’
That shit gettin’ older than Fred Scott, pretend like they still showin’ love when they get
and keep ignoring my past
My hopes dissolving and turning to ash
But I ain't turning back the currents too fast
Please pray for me and stay with me
Cuz I
of this iron hotel
I'm goin' back to that dry-land dirt
For some it's just a livin'
But for us its our whole life
If it kills me I'm gonna rake that
Pray to God but protected by chrome
I did this shit, but it ain't for the week hearten
I was on the court sharing a ball, but now I hog , like Harden
when I see them
It's me who I see walking
Was I so foolish then
To think one knows what's coming
Eryplus, Michael Scott
See Guido, see Asdente
They
the way and sorrow interfered
And the carefree dreams of summer, one by one they disappeared
But I see you there at seventeen
With long brown hair and eyes
needs to see you smile
Easier said, but I kind of think
To see tomorrow is slim for me,
I’ve been to the mountaintop
No promising, I think the promise
for life
So we can chill and have a little fun
So we can chill and have some little ones
So we can chill until our living's done
Listen to me
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