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They putting wolves with the sheep I learned that from my granny Cause she grew up in the east I see dead bodies when I'm moving through the streets That's a sixth sense, intense, where the piece? Cause I'm praying for her So Lord be with us And Lord forgive us We ain't never really know the difference I seen a young kid turn his mood to killing That's a sensation Tell me how you feel, yea, tell me how you feel Just a little impatient Can't sit still so the Henny gon' spill for the homies we lost Friends that we bury I can see the ghosts, real scary, real scary Yeah it's True man, feeling like I'm Jim Carrey World in a cage, I would leave if they let me What we talkin' 'bout I'm just trying to show my sons How to take your daughter out But I gotta show 'em how to move when the law around 12 got us pressed to the ground like a coffee house Who you calling now? Only God when I'm falling down Lot of lost lives in my city You know the ropes Tears fall for little [?] He was holding dope Tears fall for Big [?] When he overdosed Drugs on both sides now we scared to ride [?] Haunted by the dreams of 'em Plotted on the scene But it seems that the schemes covered For a little bit of weight ah They putting wolves with the sheep I learned that from my granny Cause she grew up in the east I see dead bodies when I'm moving through the streets That's a sixth sense, intense, where the piece? Cause I'm praying for her So Lord be with us And Lord forgive us We ain't never really know the difference I seen a young kid turn his mood to killing That's a sensation Tell me how you feel, yea, tell me how you feel Just a little impatient Can't sit still so the Henny gon' spill for the homies we lost Two killed in my city, the guns blazing Bodies burning, people ripping to pieces On occasion City be repping satan, Preachers be doing Nathan I'm fasting and meditating And blasting that divination Sensation is sin within my nation The pen is penetrating my brothers inside the system They [?] Their bodies been selling work But their hustle has been enslaving They idolizing the paper Wake up Hit my knees for my enemies Give a plea to the judge in Heaven We boxed in Go against me, I'm winning You haters blocking I got the jazz in my soul like John Stockton People ducking the cops and The President be [?] Jesus, I got no option Principalities boxing Sin is watching them flock in Lyrics, so many rotten Lineage picking cotton And they wonder why we dropping They putting wolves with the sheep I learned that from my granny Cause she grew up in the east I see dead bodies when I'm moving through the streets That's a sixth sense, intense, where the piece? Cause I'm praying for her So Lord be with us And Lord forgive us We ain't never really know the difference I seen a young kid turn his mood to killing That's a sensation Tell me how you feel, yea, tell me how you feel Just a little impatient Can't sit still so the Henny gon' spill for the homies we lost
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