[Intro]
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Lord forgive ‘em, for they know not what they do
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As I walk through that Valley of the Shadow of Death
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See no pussy…
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[Verse 1]
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So I guess we finally meet again
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Should I kill ‘em? Well, that all depends
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Due to success I started losing friends
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Nigga sleepin’, only reason he don’t follow trends
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Never was a gimmick, the realest in it, come bear witness
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And I see them rappers is actors, boy, they so Robin Givens
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I kept it humble, my stomach grumble, my Rollie tickin’
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They did me dirty, I may forgive ‘em, but won’t forget it
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And not to mention, they wasn’t worthy of what I’m spittin’
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It’s God’s will, and them haters just pray they could prevent it
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I’m so addicted to gettin’ it, I need intervention
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The hottest spittin’, your favorite rapper scared to admit it
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Have mercy, let me bow my head
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I count a million up, that’s deadly bread
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Ain’t no more humble in me, shit is dead
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Tell them pussy niggas I ain’t never scared
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Poor niggas hate to see a nigga win
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Say you comin’ for me? Pussy nigga, when?
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I been coldhearted since I lost a twin
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I swear I love it when they hate, I made a hit again
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I did this before my niggas, then
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Use your bitch whenever like a membership
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Never bothered over Twitter beef
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We’ll probably never meet up where the money be
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Me and Kicko on the woodgrain, yeah, the money seats
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Five grand just to see him hit a three
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Balenciagas on a nigga feet
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Death to the competition, may they rest in peace
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[Hook]
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I know my mama prayin’ for me ? I hope your mama prayin’ too
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‘Cause me and my niggas gotta eat ? we’ll die over these canned foods
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Have mercy on a real nigga - ‘cause I’m sinnin’ every day, Lord
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Have mercy on a real nigga - ‘cause I’mma ride for my niggas, dog
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[Verse 1]
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What the fuck these niggas talkin’ ‘bout?
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Load the choppers, bring them problems that they talkin’ ‘bout
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Roll the reefer, no Khalifa, you gon’ ride or die
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No homicide, it’s suicide before I testify
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That’s on my daughter, I’m runnin’ Florida, no kinda, sorta
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And I hear ‘em talkin’, that money callin’, them out of order
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Yeah, nigga ? fuck all that talkin’, be ‘bout it, then
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A lot of small talk, there they go runnin’ their mouth again
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Bold nigga, ‘til they meet them gorillas
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Fuck a cavalry, my niggas ain’t got no feelings
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Money is the motive, family is the reason
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On my mama, ain’t nobody ever came between it
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And they never will, streets got me grippin’ steel
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These scared niggas need to go to church or either Dr. Phil
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I tell ‘em look me in my eyes, we are not the same
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Lion-hearted nigga, gunpowder in my veins
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[Bridge]
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Have mercy on ‘em…
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Bow your head…
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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Pussy niggas still hatin’ hard
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Bitch, I just went and bought the boulevard
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Bitch, I just went and blew another check
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‘Bout my money, catch a bullet tryna intercept
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Jumpin’ up out that whip, I let my chain swing
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Blood up on my sneakers like I gangbang
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Every day’s a struggle tryna maintain
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And free my real niggas in the chain gang
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I hear them broke niggas still talkin’
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Watch your words, do be very cautious
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You threaten mine, you can pick a coffin
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Ain’t no talkin’, tell ‘em shock it once it go to sparkin’
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Self-made Rollie and a pair of Js
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Hood nigga livin’ like I’m Bruce Wayne
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New Ferrari kickin’ like it’s Liu Kang
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Real nigga, ain’t it true? 2 Chainz
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[Hook]
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Have Mercy
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| Ace Hood |
