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Ain't how I was born, but this is how I live, so das how I'll die, and do not close my
Eyes cause wen u see me in the cascet I'm a look right bacc atcha cause I don trus none
Of ya'll, fucc every1 of ya'll, now which one of ya'll, wanna brawl, and over all I got dat
Pistol underall in my garmet tarmet tourture tragedy catastrophy no battery jus murder
In the coldest tempature n dat mean 1st degree, even deaf mutha fuccas even heard
Of me I ain gon let u mutha fuccas worry me, n tell dat beef Im Burger King, I
Represent dat saints sign I'm so high I can't paint signs n if she ain't fine she ain't mine,
N thank god I'm alive but if he end it all 2day, I have done more than I can say, amen


yeah, i got more 2 say, liston

Tha lord is my shepord (yhea) ya'll hatas can't harm me I walk with his blessins da
Angels be my army, of course there's a weapon on my waist within arm reach
Das my baby keep it strapped in like a car seat ye though I walk through the valleys
And the shadow of death forgive me lord I had to carry my tech, I touch cash n get
Cheese play with dat cash I bust mags, indeed forgive those who truspass against
Me for they no not what they do untill they history gone memories, lord grant me
The serenaty to accept the things I can not change like what happens wen I get up
With my enemies pay bacc penalties, bang bacc send em these funerals ya niggas
Got to waste more hennase, yhea, they got to pure it on the floor for ya, maybe next
Time they'll pray a lil more for ya.