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Lord forgive me I'm a sinner
A bonafide spitter
How could I take it all laying down
Of course I'mma sit up
All these niggas are wishing to
Eat your course and your dinner
Think presidential
You thinking bout your cars getting dimmer
Under my eye there's a scratch
Your boy's been a vinyl
Repercussions of street fighting
With some toys like a final
If I feel heated I will proceed
And destroy all your vital
Knuckle or rifle
Pick a way to shorten survival
I say fuck the polices
Let me talk up to Jesus
I see you in myself and on my future jewelry pieces
Ducking correction
Getting my street cred in collection
Make a connection
Its hell when you got my complexion
Tell me the verdict
Niggas know the price to pay cause they've heard it
But the satisfaction is deep
When the street cred you've earned it
I glide on the surface of drama, I pick karma on purpose
Burn like a furnace
My fever making all of you nervous
I will come and damage
Pretty sure you gone need a bandage
Take little respect for rappers walking around like a pageant
Can you imagine my angels and
My demons are matching in efforts passion
They trying to get me and their team latching
I'm bringing my batch in
What I cook will provoke some action
You rappers tire
Meaning that you do it for traction
I keep it eight more than ninety two
I keep my crew from a faction
Keep my compassion
Get my coupe the key to attraction
My pain self inflicted
I'll never get my drama evicted
I should've probably took the hate
The hood gave and then flipped it
If I go to prison
The judge throw me inside a prism
A jail cell steel bars with a basin and pot to piss in
I could've taken my chances and took my pot of gold
But rather took my homies fashion and got my parole
Cause on my street corners when drama hit I don't fold
My pops wishing that I was never built from this mold
Self infliction is a wonder what a beautiful blunder
When you chasing the heat you gotta be up be up acting cold
The more that I run up this hood with pistols possible
I could get shot in my head
My mama go, oh
I thank God for keeping me safe
Might be odd but oh I'm great
All I know is I don't need much
I know you down but why your feet up
At night I pray
Hope things will change for you
Come better days
Come better days for you
Look at my face
And you and I know the truth
They can't take it out of you yeah
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