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Now Lord you know, just hard I try To live my life and live it right 'Til I see some light or even better Way over way a new day, someday It's the [unverified] something about tomorrow It gets better you know
With my muscle you be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle Percuset, Demorel, capsules and packets Cops wanna cuff me, wanna clap you Might bury you, they runnin' with that clap too
But the monster made it, do it for those incarcerated Who had it confiscated Hate it when they take powder, up state he take showers Baby, mom on greyhound for eight hours
See her man face to face through a glass On the phone ten years he got chasin' that cash And he had the game in a smash Fell like the towers when the planes went on crash
It wasn't 9/11, but it was 9 1 1 Gave him 9 plus 1, dropped a dime on dun I told him get his nine and run Turned himself in, I had to find that dumb, that's too long
Now Lord you know, just hard I try To live my life and live it right 'Til I see some light or even better Way over way a new day, someday It's the [unverified] something about tomorrow It gets better you know
Eh yo, them niggas from the 3 2, said I can't breeze through The forty if I cop bottles, we can't believe you Me who? Please boo, landin' in that G2 Same color as beef stew, favin' that is GQ
That's me, true, peace blue, Hebrew Lawyer on my side keep me out of jail to fee stoop But it might lead to, that R2 D2, the mobsters creep through We da new PE, shit PU
To da hood y'all don't need me, I need you 'Cause my mission's the same, you couldn't envision the pain Always a snitch in the game, what you want prison or fame? Neither one, dun, long as my digits are same
He lookin' frigid, diggin' make sure them digits get changed (Why?) 'Cause I can't be in hell's cell, child of Mell' Mel Cash and hell rells Zeek doin' three, he even fell, hell, he
Comin' home own 7 and 12 cells 'Cause you musta known, I can't trust the phones For the dough, you be like d'oh stuck at home
Now Lord you know, just hard I try To live my life and live it right 'Til I see some light or even better Way over way a new day, someday It's the [unverified] something about tomorrow It gets better you know
Nowadays, dog, they raid up in the ballparks Blaze 'em when they cross sharks We raiders of da lost ark I'm like a ballplayer, shake up and cross narcs
They get mad when I lay up in the Porsche Box More props, R.I.P. my poor pops Can't see his son shine like the Four Tops My antennas will block the scanners I got blammaz yo drop ya hammers
Lawyers to watch lawyers, cameras to watch cameras To watch and to watch grammar, [unverified] And pajamas, I snuck out the watch Santa Now look at killa, you gon' watch Santana
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