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Featuring Z-Ro & Young Noble

What donât kill me make me stronger
(Preach!)
Ya dig? I dig
Itâs like itâs some kimble slice or something like that
To rockinâ this knock ok
I come here every time and light their motherf*ckinâ throat
Rain drops

Hopinâ theyâd bury me with ammunitions, weed and shells
Just in case they tribute heaven, ainât no Gâs in hell
They lock me up for sellinâ dope but they move keys as well
I keep my mouth closed cuz after all, who did Jesus tell?
God â thatâs who I talk to on a daily basis
I put in word for my people but they donât wanna pay me faces
I got patience but Iâd lose my blessing if theyâd make me chase
it
I can see the evil in their eyes, they canât even think their hatred
Death gotta be easy cuz life is hard
Making decisions that drive you crazy if life is involved
Donât owe no money if your husband or your wife is involved
But divine intervention is what Jesus Christ is involved
Question: what is the dollar signs, a snake through sticks?
Trust a snake and get bitten, the sticks that used to beat us
We just givinâ game to all the men, women, boys & girls
Thatâs tryna maintain in a f*cked up world, thatâs right

You already know how they hate me, mane (in this f*cked up world)
In the world that treat me so cruel (damn, it is f*ckinâ time I..)
Imagine though no matter how hard theyâd try (in this f*cked up world)
Iâm a asshole so I do what I do (but remember that in this f*cked up
world)

[Trae Tha Truth]
Being full with this, I must confess all the enzone to the stress
A bullet warm to the homie head, died as bits
Going, holding my faith, realized that Iâm blessed
God be praised, I get up late before they put me through this
Ainât nothing promised plus itâs hard for me to smile knowing
this shit hurts
My brother doing life, somehow I feel like this shit donât work
Iâm living for today like ainât no place for me tomorrow
Gotta make it if I have to beg or borrow
Go walkinâ with the homie late night, hope he forgive me for my sins
Hoping my space ainât occupied to think that Iâd get in
These haters got me messed up, Iâm livinâ with my fist off
If I donât make it home they choose to pick up where I left off
Loyalty and stripes, it ainât a day I take the west off
To stop it they gon have to take my chest off
I never meant to cause drama to my brothers or mama
Even though I feel Iâm losing my mind to this f*cked up world

Shot âem to death and left for bleedinâ for his fan there to see
Less than three months after my Machiavelli deceased
f*ck Gadhafi, I carry on with the weight on my shoulders
So the lessonâs count my blessings, now Iâm leading the soldiers
ABN outlaws, got my H Town niggas
Got my weight up with my hapers, paying back â now Iâm bigger
Still f*cking in this game mane, hugging the block
Industry try to black ball us, we remind âem of Pac
Some of the realest in the game, Iâm just statinâ the facts
Bear witness, canât you see that weâre under attack?
We never meant to cause drama, we just tryna get dollars
I wrote a letter to the president, to Mr. Obama
I ainât seen too much change, feel like shit getting worse
I try to go to no more funerals, Iâm sick of the church
Spit that ghetto gospel, hope for black boys and girls
We outlaws in this f*cked up world
In this f*cked up world

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