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Yo You already know who it is! It's yo' boy, DJ Mykael V God always! Who said that we couldn't bring the East Coast, Midwest, and West Coast together? Reppin' the Midwest (yeah) St. Louis, Missouri Get 'em, Thi'sl! They gotta care how many whips you got, bands you got Where my little homie just got shot My other little homie out here huggin' the block Tryna feed his daughter, out here duckin' the cops He got 2K suspendin', gotta see his PO tomorrow And the chance is he 'bout to get sentenced He told me that, you know, he startin' to look like food 'Cause he starvin' out here, homie, better tuck them chews (yeah) I ain't go to church 'cause I was scared (nah) And I ain't go to church 'cause I was broke even (nah) I went when I learned Jesus really had a problem with my sin How I was livin', it was so evil (ahhhhhh) And I was 'bout to get my soul eaten I was out here killin' off my own people (yeah) That's when I walked through the fire I came outta the other side now I'm sittin' back to go lead 'em Philly, stand up! (hallelujah) 215! (yeah) Eshon Burgundy! I was thinkin' for the perfect moment then started trappin' for real The One my plug trusted, my pure actions derailed Just wanted to hold a gun to at least clap in the air But the dope boy said, "Chill," and kept comin' at me for prayer Anointed as a child, appointed as a adolescent Growin' up, always throwin' up my hands and actin' aggressive 17, I just got peaceful for my dreadlocks Thankin' God that I never had a PO Then all my friends start carryin' work The cars got more exotic, day-to-day I would ride in it And narcotics presented with razor blades to divide it I never tried to defend it, in the midst of likeness, I was honest 19, this girl invited me to church I was only like 2 steps from finally puttin' the work The Lord saved me then, my life was crazy, man It's even crazier now and I'm really the lost and the found So you thought we was finished? You thought we was done? Cali, stand up! West Coast, stand up! Mr. God Over Money himself! (Bizzle) Talk to 'em, Bizzle! God Over Money till my have cave, welcome to the bar cave Finna bring change to the game like a arcade Walk in the booth like Charles in a pool Beer pong on the roof, got 'em liftin' up they bar game Athletes [?] said, "Just go, dawg" Got me lucked off in this joint like I'm O, dawg Oh Lord, He told me to go hard Duck, I'm a grown father, handlebars, monkey bars, broke bars My whole squad is dope and no [?] Our hope was poked through, got holes in both arms I know they told you we was so calm No, we ready for war, it's so called Loose jeans and hoodies Lead firin' like I was sent by Him to crush this empire of cookies Don't push me, straight outta the Westside To death I rep for nothin' less and nobody but the Messiah, Bizzle
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