[Intro:]
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Real shit, to all my loved ones in the cemetery
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I'm a live it up down here
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'Til I meet you at the crossroads up there
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[Chorus:]
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For our loved ones dead and gone
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Turn it up, turn it up
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Feel what I feel when you hear this song
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Turn it up, turn it up
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Praise God
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I seen another day
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'Cause Lord knows,
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Could've went the other way
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Could've went the other way
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Could've went the other way
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Could've went the other way
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Could've went the other way
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Could've went the other way
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Could've went the other way
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I praise God
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I seen another day
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Could've went the other way
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[Verse:]
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COB is my religion, what do you believe in
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I believe in divine intervention
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I'm lucky to be breathing
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Gun shots loud out of nowhere
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Shooter tried to put me under cement
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God intervene, luckly he seen it
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Guess that right there wasn't in the agreement
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Life is cold, I've seen it change niggas
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I don't blame, when I hang with a
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Thousand fucking gang members
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Put you in shovel trouble
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My pistol's grave digger
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Sipping that liquor prescribing it like
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It was vike and call it painkillers
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Drinking, driving, swerving high on
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I'm thinking, crying, surging, fine
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I'm sinking I am hurting why are
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All of my people dying
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Why must you leave real niggaz die
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While busters breathe
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Where's the justice, just the other day
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I was thinking 'bout
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One of my dead homies and
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I felt something touch my sleeve
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Maybe I just believe
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Maybe it was just a breeze
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As these hours pass,
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While I still got time in my hourglass
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[Chorus:]
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I praise God
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I seen another day
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'Cause Lord knows,
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Could've went the other way
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Could've went the other way
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Could've went the other way
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Could've went the other way
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Could've went the other way
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Could've went the other way
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Could've went the other way
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I praise God
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I seen another day
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Could've went the other way
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For our loved ones dead and gone
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Turn it up, turn it up
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Feel what I feel when you hear this song
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Turn it up, turn it up
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I praise God
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I praise God
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[Outro:]
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Yeah
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Reviving out man
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Crooked I, psalm 82 6
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Shout to the whole slaughter house team
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We the LA Lakers
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Dj sour milk, just incredible
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La Lakers dot com
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I praise God
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So what's the morale to the million dollar story
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It ain't about money, it's more about making something out of nothing
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And if you can draw inspiration from that
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That's your millions dollars, shit
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That's even more than a million dollars
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Praise GOD
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Crooked I |