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1]
You, you, you
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black
Smoking white on terraces
Will I die slain like my by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and it?
Or will she O, drop the Kennedy, re-marry it?
My sister say it's necessary on Cleopatra shit,
My grandmama said nope, never, that sacrilege.
Tend to agree because the thought is so
The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like did
That's why I'm giving honor to all these mommas
It takes a woman's womb to make a or Dalai Lama.
The world might take child, turn that child into a monster
The Lord'll take a monster and him a saint.
I present you X for those who saying that He can't
Saying He won't, when I know He will!
You usually know it's you until you getting killed
For real.

[Hook:
Dear Lord, mercy!
On your once forgotten life like a game, Dear Lord
I won't be forced to up when I don't feel the same,
Cause people lie,
people gonna steal
You gotta be careful not to shit you live.
people might try to have you killed,
Lord have mercy, life is a battlefield,
For real.

[Verse 2: Mike]
I ain't never gave a
I did and never will
my life on press appeal
Keep it true, keep it
Better said, I it trill
And no who don't like it, homie
That's how it is
Naked truth the stripper that's in front of me
And I a blunt and a 5-11 gun on me
Why? I'm country-bred
Actually, I'm
Something like my
The legendary 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You should pay homage, it's an honor this
This is not a that is sold by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said, Robert Beck, I could get
is John Gotti painting pictures like Dali
This is Basquiat a passion like Pac
In a body like Biggie, telling stories like
If a rapper was to spar, please him better kick it
You me?

Dear Lord, mercy!
On your once forgotten life like a game, We love
I won't be to shut up when I don't feel the same,
Cause people lie,
Some people gonna
You gotta be not to shit where you live.
Them people might try to you killed,
Lord have mercy, life is a battlefield,
For real.

Mike]
I don't trust the or the government
Democrat,
Pope or a bishop or other men
And I believe God has sustained you rap
So I a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
And they can't a G, I seen how I die
I'm only once, a coward dies a thousand times
And to that chariot and take a nigga home
spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs
I'm