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clog up yo' mind 

Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody
I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast?
Ain't time ta take
Crazy, maybe
	Wake me, shake me
	Wake me, shake me

	You offer me the world and all its wealth
	All for myself
	You promised me a life eternally
quicker than fast to get with the mass
The underclass is what they call it
Call me a drunk or an alcoholic I'm ballin, motherfucker!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
the Sunday choir
On her head was a halo, she spoke brimstone and fire
Daddy lived by the bottle, Daddy died by the barn
Well, he froze one night, Mama said
puts food in the bellies 
Well it's, unfortunate 
The orphanage couldn't keep up the mortgages 
Kid go to school stupid they teachers ignoring it
whipping myself
In chains by sensei that won't "give me us free" and I'm feeling defeat
So sin-takers can take 'til Christ lives in myself
Yeah, Christ
her life away
Very selfish, Oh God

No, Mr. GD, you won't tell
And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
I've started digging holes myself
(What, what, what)
Huh, it's time to separate all the trio
From the Bustas, you heard me
Drama, ahh

Let's go to war, let's go to war
Let's go to war
(What, what, what)
Huh, it's time to separate all the trio
From the Bustas, you heard me
Drama, ahh

Let's go to war, let's go to war
Let's go
with you right now
(?) looking at me like a mail ticket
Mass Appeal keep the wheels spinnin’
Deal with it, Fashawn, complements of the don
Louis Vuitton,
Good book says that it's a sin
But the ratings war
Says that if we kill more
Psychopaths then we will win

And so we gather round Psycho Joe
85 miles out of Nashville, thinkin' bout
The way things change
Try an keep it by the reigns
I'm a lone drifter, big money flipper
Take anything you
like the only one
Feels like I should be shunned
Should I punish myself
I know it's dumb cause by your death all my sin has been dealt
But my sin is
Omens of corruption from within the church
A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth

Alone as a stone cold altar
The castle and its keep
Like
Omens of corruption from within the church
A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth

Alone as a stone cold altar
The castle and its keep
Like
Uh-ooooh
Uh-ooooh
Can I talk my shit again?
Just wonderin' if I could talk my shit again
I had to do it
Couldn’t blame me
I had to

Y’all can
you dearly, I shoot blind
In time I clock figures, dropping niggas as we rise
We all soldiers in God's eyes, now it's time for war
Never leave me
on your dome
My nigga, fuck you and everything you stand for
Hoe, bitch, pussy nigga, fuck you!

I live like I spit it
Raised by the war so my
includes/understands. Choir: auh oyelo that is bembe I come like explosion so that you can understand auh oyelo that he is bembe is a love message and you do not drop it
keep fallin, but when the streets keep fallin
My peeps keep crawlin, deep into the trench
With God-you's for self-defence, the war is intense
My warrior
bitches
Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these hoes mayne

Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with that white and gin
Here we go again,
bitches
Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these hoes mayne

Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with that white and gin
Here we go again,
right just by how to shoot it
Tired of running, choirs is humming
Tell us to visit, we lying about coming
Now back to business, loading the guns in
hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot it
Tired of running, choirs is
bitches, player-hating but we still kick it
Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police
Seen so much murder, neighborhoods getting no sleep
But

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