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I can look directly into my face and find my soul, it's there It's not sold, I didn't sell it, it's still within me I still feel it, my heart is still connected to my body So I-I could any character I'ma bring... that intensity That truth, the honesty to it Because I have to repay fo'-for that blessin' From Black Jesus, from god Have to pay for that by shinin' Half of these rappers ready to join Illuminati (Yeah) For a new gold chain and a Lamborghini I'm a young panther, Mutulu and Afeni (C'mon) Cool as [?] love a trench long shotty (Whoo) Baptized to the game like my dog Kadafi Ain't a cop here to stop me, these streets is black hockey (Let's go) Man I'm like a runaway slave (Slave) Trapped in the cycle can't break the chain (Can't break the chain) They say you live and you learn (Live and you learn) Play wit' fire and you will get burned, n***as is burnt out Youngin' got exposed to the game, got turnt out Fell down back on his feet, look how he turnt out (Look how he turnt out) They counted him out, guess god was rootin' for him All the under dogs and real n***as is rootin' for us (Yeah) Yeah, so I'ma walk like a warrior Ride like a soldier until it's all over Still mashin' for the soldiers no longer here (No longer here) Listen to myself, that voice in my own ear (Ear) We just face him so it's nothin' left to fear (Fear) Talkin' to god, feelin' like it's no one there (No one there) Give 'em the truth, something they don't wanna hear (They don't wanna hear) They live in this prison, and death is just another tier (Another tier) Crying inside but never shed another tear (Another tear) (Yeah) Still searchin' for the purpose god put me here I'm a five star general, the god's disciple If god don't work, the god'll get the rifle When the god on the streets, the feds wanna indict you Sword wit' the words for the soldiers to fight to Death before dishonor, before I break the code in the streets You better give me death your honor n***as snitchin', be another death for the homicide I'm in the five, fresh to death in dishonor Salute me or shoot me, this is a life sentence Don't finish me I come back blastin', menace I cross my heart, hope to die for the cause I could power all streets, uprise, f**k their laws Revolutions starts with evolution We all tryna find a resolution, tryna find the best solution In the hood we need retribution, or the Tec is shootin' (Shootin') Blap, blap, blap, the Tec is shootin' Still mashin' for the soldiers no longer here (No longer here) Listen to myself, that voice in my own ear (Ear) We just face him so it's nothin' left to fear (Fear) Talkin' to god, feelin' like it's no one there (No one there) Give 'em the truth, something they don't wanna hear (They don't wanna hear) They live in this prison, and death is just another tier (Another tier) Crying inside but never shed another tear (Another tear) Still searchin' for the purpose god put me here It's the grown man in him (In him) These lil' n***as can't stand with him, my nuts hang like slaves I'ma keep it one hunnit, 'till my last days Right or wrong, pitcute me rollin' with sumn' swollen in the ashtray We here to give 'em the truth, if they like it or not Blackballed this a secret plot but still Against all odds, me and my squad push forward (Push forward) They try to hide us (Hide us) You gotta look fo' us (C'mon) But we're there, still holdin' the flag like olympians Oh yeah, it's them again The Outlawz indeed, applause from the streets They've been waitin' on this, haters debatin' on this (It's cool) We from the true school (True school) You had to keep it true (Keep it true) Real talk and sh*t or you could keep it movin' It's just too much goin' on to ignore They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor (Still) Hi, much don't like me, but I don't care So I turned to a rebel and shaved my hair (Yeah) I'm not a atheist, I'm agnostic So I always pray to something for I rob sh*t I'm grotesque, desolate, gothic I'm climbin' to the top, my life is a moshpit I do the devils work, beef? Better squash it f**k all that gossip, this n***a here is toxic I bend ya limbs 'till the [?] break I'm thinkin' how many bullets can a cartridge take? Sometime the brightest light comes from the darkest place Eleven, three, seventy-three marks the date You the type of mothaf**ka that'll call the man Don't make me make you disappear n***a alakazam If you try to come at me and my fam There be gunpowder residue on my hand, understand? Still mashin' for the soldiers no longer here (No longer here) Listen to myself, that voice in my own ear (Yeah) We just face him so it's nothin' left to fear (Fear) Talkin' to god, feelin' like it's no one there (No one there) Give 'em the truth, something they don't wanna hear (They don't wanna hear) They live in this prison, and death is just another tier (Another tier) Crying inside but never shed another tear (Another tear) Still searchin' for the purpose god put me here
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