[Intro: Cee-Lo]
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It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1
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Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape
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[Verse One: Boondox]
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Uh uh
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I came up in the hood infested with teenage hustlers
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Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
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By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
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So they want they ride candy painted just like the man
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That Veta tryin not to bite his hand
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But they need em to keep em life from they stand
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Every night praying for praying go as far as the ceiling
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Got me feel like I'm (cursed) from this heart that I'm dealing
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And all this liquor hoeing brother and goose-neckin
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That I do but I don't want to got me losing blessings
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GOD said he'll take the next two steps if I take the first (I did)
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But in it to pick and sellin the spur
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From under my feet, lost faith and jump in the street
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Back to serve a rocks dying to the chrome in the heat
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And running with G's that take it to the block with 'em
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Tellin me along with my greens up like pot nickel
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[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
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Well, all I know
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That I'd been down this road before
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It ain't the first time, won't be the last
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I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast
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It's time to admit I need some help
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Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
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Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
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It's about who pray
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[Verse Two: Cee-Lo]
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You can clock my consistent and endless
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Efforts up uplift me
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Trees and branches catch draft
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When I'm choppin down a path-
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To walk down, actually don't even know how talk sound
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I'm trying to stop the next step they drawing the chalk round
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Matter-of-factually, I'll stand alone with no entourage to back me
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GOD is my every existence; exhalation, exactly
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I'll pimp prophets so profounding labels don't like contract me
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I'm one of a kind; they gotta find a satellite to contact me
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Let us bow, I thank the Almighty GOD for right now
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For the strictor, smile through the tribulation and trial
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For sparing me when the devil was daring me
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And scaring me, synonymous for preparing me
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And to my family- the Dungeon Family
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And ya'll family-- we all family
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And to me health and home and my son Keith Stun
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My tongue is my gun, revolutions already begun
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(Whaa)
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[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
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Well, all I know
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That I'd been down this road before
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It ain't the first time, won't be the last
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I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast
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It's time to admit I need some help
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Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
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Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
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It's about who pray
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[Verse Three: Kalage]
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All I know is charge cards, cars, and clothes
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Maan, it's all for sure
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And could go and when it's gone- (you alone)
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Runnin up yo cell phone callin GOD for hope
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And who to say that day ain't awful close
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And if you ballin playa, it's only because GOD's your coach
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And it don't bout the lies you hold, laws you broke
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Thangs ya drink, dank and cigars you smoke
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HE gonna forgive and that's you; now don't get me wrong
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I like LL, but GOD da G.O.A.T'
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He da greatest of all time, if I'm lying I'm blind
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Can I get a Amen (Amen brother)
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But we got to stop, we got to stop doin dirt
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Coming to Church with a devil tucked in your purse
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Sista Samantha from Atlanta, came up finish the prayer
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Worried about sister Martha's hair
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Always worried 'bout what sister Martha wear
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Did she walk or did she ride the Martha there
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It don't matter at least sister Martha there
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In Sunday service with a Bible lighter form tha South
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But GOD bless her, we here to thank GOD (hmmmm ahhh)
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And that's the step inside Holy Church thinkin
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I said step inside his Holy Church thinkin
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We all God's Property, and not just Kirk Franklin
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[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
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Well, all I know
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That I'd been down this road before
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It ain't the first time, won't be the last
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I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast
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It's time to admit I need some help
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Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
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Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
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It's about who pray
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[T.I. and studio engineers interlude convo]
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[Verse Four: T.I.]
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Open my eyes, see the sunrise
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