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God Talking
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Yeah Make mistakes and learn from it Make your bed, now lay in it Grew up around respect, my daddy told me, "Don't you play that sh*t" You said you a man about your word, you better keep that sh*t And if he real, you can tell by his weaknesses We smell the bullsh*t through your fragrances Only me and God know about the life I live My pockets gaining weight and I ain't even sell my soul for it I'm on a dinner date, she showing me her cleavages F**k this food up on the table, rather eat your sh*t Excuse me for my explicitness, I just got some tender lips Say how I feel, I'm a man, I never bite my lips Say how I feel, they mistake this sh*t for arrogance I would have more friends if I kept playing fair and sh*t Meech told me get 'em, so l got 'em It's funny how I see with my f**king closed eyelids It's funny how the devil test you when you so solid I tried to keep the peace, but lately, I just cope to violence Smack a n***a in his face, the world would be a better place, for real Excuse my French, that's God talking (God talking) Excuse my French, that's God talking (God talking) Excuse my French, that's God talking (God's talking) Excuse my French, that's God talking to me I know my greed won't let me down, been feeling more lonely I'm like a club promoter trying to get the b*t*hes in I write letters to the fam for the sh*t I missed Knowing this music sh*t I love gone in a blip Most days, I feel pressure, I started to sip See this chip on my shoulder will show you my grit Get a grip on all my b*t*hes, they started to dip Showed my spirit in the flesh, they questioned what is Most the thoughts in my mind come from my bed I understand how sleep is the cousin of death Fat a**, nice teeth, go show me them breasts I know lust is a form of relieving your stress I would say some wild sh*t, I'm just checking the temp Praying we work on our set, road touring and sh*t What's life without a slice of the devil's pie? Got to sin, learn some lessons, know there's different sides Speaking truth, still selling, this ain't different times We just trying to fit an image, boxed up in a lie It's been twenty-seven years, I figured my why Knowing you don't know the first step to being more wise Was feeling so-so, my pa**ion was starting to die I figured it's time to focus on mind Revealing my truth, uniting with vibes I struggle with pain, these moments I sigh I see signs and I surely know there's differences Promise to myself I can't be named on prescription lists Drugged through the wringer, surely ready for more I can't trust you with my gift, them numbers funky, my boy I ain't coy, I love being cordial Hate the business talk, people love to keep it formal They want to take it all Let you keep your chain, pawn that sh*t once you flop Can we not, n***a? Can we not? Huh?
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