I was that cool motherfucker
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But living in the world of these cruel motherfuckers
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Society done made me a fool motherfucker
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And 16 shots leaving them pussies taking cover
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I'm sorry Mother
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Motherfuckers just ain't like me
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The fucking grave by 21 is so likely
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A million letters from the pen and niggas writing me
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Fuck the system! the DEA selling all the damn yay
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So I pray that them fuckers die
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And when they leave let them pussy motherfuckers fry
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And make they family eternally have to cry
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And crucify me and label me the end right
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I testify
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I'm ready
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Repeat 4x
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Oh father, come and take me
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I surrender I'm ready
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Statistics said I wouldn't live to see the grey in my head
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It's too much drama in the steets, too much he and she said
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Wanted by feds, Reg say they wanted ?dust and not toomb?
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So I keep my eyes red and I stay in my room
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I'm praying soon that my in come cause income done halted
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If you got then I got it but anyone can talk it
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And I thought it was simply me but it's Universal
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Cause the shit's the real deal trying to build a commercial
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America, you tell me where's the freedom and liberty
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This place ain't meant for me so I pack the quarter key
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And move it like Ryder truck them crackers already stuck
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A path of my niggas because my niggas ain't give a fuck
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Bout nothing they had to say, we always going move the yay
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Your game but we can play and Lucifer best to pray
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That I do not do what I just planned to do yesterday
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Repeat 4x
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Oh father, come and take me
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I surrender I'm ready
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Them crackers have it fucked up I scooped the job for a minute
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But couldn't deal with the pay I quit that shit in a day
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Back on the grind serving my yay nothing to say but I cried
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I'm told it's a better way but who going to pull me aside
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They in they ride disappointed cause I have bad luck
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I ain't never want to sell this shit my nigga I'm stuck
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My people roll they window up and then they hitting they locks
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It's fucked up but that's the way it is down here on the block
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Man everybody serving rocks if not some rocks some weed
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Everybody's trapped ha I can't afford the heat
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It's kind of neat how they just creep and kick the door off the hinge
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And when they motherfucking leave they thanking all of my friends
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No way to win cause we are in for the ride of our lives
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I was writing this shit I had to wipe my eyes
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Cause this is chaos they after us we'll never succeed
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Cause we some ignorant ass niggas but all we need
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Is to see I guarantee if we stop competing
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Get our children out these fucking streets and get them to reading
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Now I'm just speaking shit who am I to tell anyone
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I'm telling you it take nothing new up under the sun
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You got your gun fuck your gun if you goin' run when they chase you
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Why don't do you do some of that crazy shit you threaten the baser
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Now or later we going to have to stand up and fight
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We pay the taxes in this bitch nigga use your right
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And yeah I know I ain't right but I'll be damned if I'm wrong
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They say two wrongs don't make a right but yet it's making me strong
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And when I'm gone I hope this song rang in your heart
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My nigga ain't no better time than right now to start.
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Repeat 4x
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Oh father, come and take me
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I surrender I'm ready
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Oh Father!
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Pastor Troy |