Yo yo yo yo, yo
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Turn my mic up some.. turn my mic up some..
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Turn my mic, check check, check, turn my mic up some
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Almighty, uhh..
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[Verse One]
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Lord forgive me now
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This be the best way I know how, to get this out
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I can't sing so I have to bounce
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Even though, that's not what my style's about
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I hate this world, sometimes it gets me
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when family and friends are not friendly
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I just don't get it - so I sit home
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in the bassment lights low on the mic and spit it
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They plot, to get my scratch
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Not knowin the time to get where I'm at now
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In my face, like I owe 'em somethin
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Handout from me, and never did nuttin (word up)
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They're mad at me, like I changed
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It's hard on me Lord, it's wreckin my brain
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Is it me? I know it can't be
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So I ask you, please help me, now
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[Chorus: R. Kelly] [sampled]
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Sometimes I laugh, tryin to keep from cryin
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If I was plain out of luck, then tell me who could I trust
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See I work so hard, just to get ahead
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If it wasn't for God, I'd probably be dead
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[Verse Two]
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Uhh, I laugh when ain't nuttin funny
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Meanwhile cats wanna count my money
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Plan on me, to get jumped or somethin
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Plot-ting like E's punk or somethin
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Feels so strange, how I maintain
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to last in the game, throughout my fame
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I'm focused man, the E stay the same
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Hate when folks call me out my name
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Damn Lord, heal my body
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Cause I'm mad enough to kill somebody
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Even hard to trust my lady
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Did she lock me down to have my baby?
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I know she love me - damn it's nuttin
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The world's so corrupt, it got me buggin
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Uhh, I wanna move away like (?)
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Y'all feel me - yo, R. Kelly
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three]
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Huh, yo, huh
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The game changed, damn I should quit
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Can't get respect, without havin a hit
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Someone somewhere talkin shit
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Got fake cats in my clique
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But I deal with the cards that's dealt
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Try to make music that's heartfelt
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Still doin eighty on the Belt'
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In the Escalade, with Dolce shades
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I've been paid, now what's left?
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I guess, should I stress life or death (huh?)
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Sometimes I wanna end it all
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Live at peace, with 'Pac and Smalls
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Can't do that, got fam at the crib
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My moms, my pops, my girl and my kids (uh-huh)
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.. open my eyes
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So I ask you, please help me, now
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[Chorus]
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The Sermon
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Erick Sermon |