| And I’ve been good, oh
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| All I need is love
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| To the Lord above
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| I’m sittin' here reminiscin'
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| Think I just got a lightbulb
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| Somethin' I’d like to mention, this is just on a side note
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| Word to the Terror Squad, Joe, this is all puns aside though
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| I know me and Mariah didn’t end on a high note
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| But that other dude’s whipped, that pussy got him neutered
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| Tried to tell him this chick’s a nutjob 'fore he got his jewels clipped
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| Almost got my caboose kicked
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| Fool, quit, you not gon' do shit
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| I let her chop my balls off too 'fore I lost to you, Nick
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| I should quit watchin' news clips, yeah
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| My balls are too big, I should be talkin' pool 'cause I got scratch
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| So my pockets full when I’m takin' shots at you
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| Fuck it, lemme chalk the cue stick
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| I’m over the top, like cool whip
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| And I promise you the day I fall off or lose it
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| I will stop and cut off the music
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| Opportunist, wanna kill shit every chance that I got to do this
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| Stackin' my guap, savage, I’m not to fool with
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| Like a handgun, you could say I’m like a gat when it’s cocked
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| I keep it a (Buck, buck), your ass’ll get shot
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| If rap was an actual Glock
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| You’d act like you strapped when you’re not
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| Only cap that you pop is the top on the can of your pop
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| You the man 'til I pop your top
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| You ain’t Jack in a Box and I ain’t talkin' a hamburger spot
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| Cracker with the barrel, armed to the teeth, Anderson .Paak (Yeah)
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| Rest in peace to Afeni and her son Pac
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| You sent me that plaque with his rhyme sheet, I haven’t forgot (Nah)
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| Blow 30 million in a month, call it Brewster’s Millions
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| Just hope I don’t lose the feelin', from soldier to civilian
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| Got everything I need
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| But I don’t even see myself in the future chillin'
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| Only thing I don’t have in the booth’s a ceiling
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| Just call me The Roofless Villain
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| They tellin' me sky’s the limit, so I got my head in the clouds
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| Unicorn in human form, saw a gift horse
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| Looked him dead in the mouth
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| And Lord, good lookin' out
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| For sendin' me Edna and Charles
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| Whenever Mom kicked me out of the house
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| They were the bomb, then you sent me LL
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| All the times that I hated myself, since eleven or twelve
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| Only way that I knew how to better myself
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| Is when I’m bet against by everyone else
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| So, Joe hit the head on the nail
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| You ain’t seen God 'til you starin' down a barrel
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| I was gun-shy, but now like a snail
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| The slug’s comin' out of its shell
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| Oh, there’s no hate in this world
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| That can make me give up
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| That can keep me stuck
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| Lord, I thank you (Lord, I thank you)
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| I thank you, I’m so grateful, so thankful, so thankful (So thankful)
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, mm
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| I thank the Lord above
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo |