| Well, thank God for the shooter, hmm
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| And thank God for the leader, hmm
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| And think hard for a message
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| Blink art on pedestrians; |
| what are you, a believer?
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| We’re tranquil for a Brutus, hey
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| And hard road for a Caesar, hey
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| Well, who came from the heavens?
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| They kill for a blessin', they gon' do it to Jesus, hm
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| And thank God for the shooters
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| Them hard streets make a militant man
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| Fuck a bitch, be as real as you can
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| Our education, they tend to say we killers again
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| But I’d rather give this living a chance, I’m getting patience
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| I wonder if the world is gon' see us as just niggas
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| They treat lyrics like I hold triggers like I make difference
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| Then downplay, what I’m given like I’m no different
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| It make me wanna move to my aunt’s house
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| I’ve been on pills since a little one
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| Start with Advil then we level up
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| I wonder if my son gon' trust me, after songs so ugly
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| Bout his moms, ain’t mean to see the world so crummy
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| They got. |
| Tec-9's for Jesus
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| So I figured that the second coming wasn’t never coming
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| Go figure heaven is a hassle cause
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| They don’t even want a nigga back in Africa
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| Well, thank God for the shooter, hmm
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| And thank God for the leader, hmm
|
| And think hard for a message
|
| Blink art on pedestrians; |
| what are you, a believer?
|
| We’re tranquil for a Brutus, hey
|
| And hard road for a Caesar, hey
|
| Well, who came from the heavens?
|
| They kill for a blessin', they gon' do it to Jesus, hm
|
| And thank God for the shooters
|
| Well, thank God for the shooter, hmm
|
| And thank God for the leader, hmm
|
| And think hard for a message
|
| Blink art on pedestrians; |
| what are you, a believer?
|
| We’re tranquil for a Brutus, hey
|
| And hard road for a Caesar, hey
|
| Well, who came from the heavens?
|
| They kill for a blessin', they gon' do it to Jesus, hm
|
| And thank God for the shooters
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| And some of us fall and some of us hover
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| And some of us shooters and some of us lovers
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| I see the sum of it all, I’m running for cover
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| Invite you for supper, but really they hunt you
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| What’s really 300, who’s really a gangster
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| Who’s really the prey? |
| Who’s really in danger?
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| I’m willing to pray, I’m feeling the angels
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| Is liquor the savior? |
| This moment will contain us
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| And ride to the far side, I’m looking for peace
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| Just spread the cigar wide, a moment of ease
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| Hard benches for my brothers that be roaming the streets
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| We don’t always be the leaders that they want us to be
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| I’m just hoping that she praying while she down on her knees
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| See I often treat these hoes like their fathers would be
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| Good Lord, my flaws, blind you, got you time for, my flaws
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| Well, thank God for the shooter, hmm
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| And thank God for the leader, hmm
|
| And think hard for a message
|
| Blink art on pedestrians; |
| what are you, a believer?
|
| We’re tranquil for a Brutus, hey
|
| And hard road for a Caesar, hey
|
| Well, who came from the heavens?
|
| They kill for a blessin', they gon' do it to Jesus, hm
|
| And thank God for the shooters |