| I remember when I ain't want it |
| I prayed harder, they hooked on the phonics |
| Cookin' 'em calmly like Lauryn in the '90s |
| The Lauren is on me |
| You gon' die on the hill of your choice |
| I still hear the voices |
| I'm a Pisces, part of me still in the void |
| Fishy and noid, my inhibitions destroyed |
| Tapped in, locked in with my little boy |
| I'ma lead you to the river, I can't sip it for you |
| Never lead with indecision, never leave the homies |
| Unless it's time to leave the homies |
| It's all pressure, God level 'cause that's what they wanted |
| I'm secreting something different, the bitches get on me |
| Pick up sticks, we got next with whichever opponent |
| We on necks, bless, don't get beheaded this summer |
| Crossed the line, doubled back, and put everything on it |
| It's all in the roll |
| The family focused, my wingspan is the globe |
| I'm glad to be home |
| I had to get over, I had to get low |
| I'm in the house, I keep a bag packed by the door |
| Like Batman, I get the signal, then I'm adiós |
| The last laugh is for the niggas always in the know |
| The fast cash was for the bitches and expensive clothes |
| The fat sacks is for the childrens, had to bring it home |
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| I feel it in my- |
| I feel it in my- |
| I feel it in my soul |
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| How long do you plan on staying? Don't wanna know |
| Not much to say except, "Copy, over" |
| Monster truck tank, we crush it and roll 'em |
| My stronghold faith what's keepin' me whole |
| Smolder out flames, we freezin' it over |
| All the small favors added up into the loss |
| Stood up at my seat at the table, I was exhausted |
| Can't pardon mistakes or flaws, they're taking too long |
| Three heads over the bar, scopin' 'em out from afar |
| Jump straight out of the house, don't need no alarm to put my fist down |
| The lay of the land and the law we live out |
| Always got a hot hand and some extra chips, told baby, "Don't flip out" |
| She love how I always only play to win, wow |
| Wild as the wind, howlin' and hissin' |
| Frown wasn't fixed, the brow wasn't twitchin' |
| Down on my head, kept the crown in the next room, it's easy to miss |
| It's truthfully just used as a step stool, Wu-Tang love the kids |
| Pray God give 'em refuge and some assistance with makin' sense |
| I cut off the stem, I saw the death bloomin' |
| This shit get confusin', simple and malleable |
| It's tricky, just try to groove with me |
| Just try a li- try a lil' livin' |
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| Try, tr- (I love you all, peace) |
| Try (Brasil) |
| Try a lil', try a li- |
| Try a lil' livin' |
| Try a lil' livin' |
| Mm |
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