Yeah, Allah the merciful, the beneficent
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Curse over blessing, pray it be heaven sent
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Forgive me, my dirty deeds was desperate
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F*ck the government, I got my own deficit
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Death to me the only thing that's definite
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Money rule the world, but when you dead that shit's irrelevant
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Fingers numb from coka selling, no vote, but out for presidents
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Granny found my dope, I told her I would stop for selling it
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Nigga please -- she knew I was lying before I even spoke it
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Empty promises left them all broken
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She said ''Jamel, I can tell your perspective out of focus
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You too obsessed with the liquor, bitches and weed smoking''
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A young nigga that's been thugging since the old days
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Promise I've done seen everything but old age
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Pray my demons never catch up from my old ways
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Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase
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Uh yeah
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Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase
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Promise I've done seen everything but old age
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Surviving off cold cuts and cold Spam
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Can't see eye to eye with my old man
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Hiding my insecurities with this gang flag
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We both despise the police, but he wore the same badge
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And as I child I admired that, now I wonder how
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He was a pig, but you was barely making 20 thou
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I guess that's why you put me on that lick for 20 pounds
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A life of crime is all we ever shared from then to now
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And I'm a crook and you crooked, that's all we got in common
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He chunked the deuce to my mama, so much for family bonding
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But how could something so destined to be just get demolished?
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Running through groupies and whoppers, I guess I got it honest
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And honestly I know I'm out here f*cking up
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Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts
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And seven bucks an hour wasn't good enough
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Cause seven days a week I'm living in a rush
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Seven days a week I'm living in a rush
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Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts
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And the money was the root to what the evil is
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It's mandatory for me to live
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I hustle harder than the next dude
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Remember, everybody is out to get you
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Niggas don't respect to live and let live
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So I pack a .40 caliber cause that's how shit is
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Out here, no fear, f*ck feelings
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Trigger man rule, that's the art of drug dealing
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I'm trying to stack my money to the ceiling
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No new friends, don't wanna talk about old business
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Sex on the beach, sipping Guinness
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With a bitch so thick she can't take no dick
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Imagine working grave-yard shifts
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Lost friends steady talking that shit
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A million a day is for minimum wage
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Work a nigga like a slave 'til he put him in his grave
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Frail moments, same page
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(Seven days a week I'm living in a rush
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Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts)
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