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I just think timin' is everything Like nigga, this it, this, this one right here That ain't easy Stay motivated, stay inspired I owe it to myself, stay down on it And it ain't been hard throughout the journey It's been a journey Ooh Ooh Hey Hello, hello my niggas Hello my, hello my niggas Please keep it mellow, my niggas Stop sippin' yellow, my nigga You itchin' and twitchin' and glitchin', my nigga Listen, my nigga (Shh) Snakes in your circle and them bitches hissin', my nigga My nigga don't listen, one thing I hate 'bout my nigga So I just pray 'bout my nigga Nigga, it's hard, niggas done gave up on God Maybe God gave up on us Maybe She angry we worshippin' all these false idols, so devils just prеyin' on us This for the junkie, the fiеnd and the loser Prayin' to God in the back of a cruiser I pray that prison can cure your addiction Letras de cancionesAnd devil's affliction don't hurt you no more Needin' no reason, but I'll let you know I was so young when I stood at that store That I did not know that the money you paid me was meant for your babies and now they just poor It was just business, my nigga I am not vicious, my nigga I had no vision, my nigga I wanted Gucci and Fendi, my nigga Gucci, Givenchy, my nigga But none of them crackers ain't love us, my nigga All of them crackers said fuck us, my nigga Mad 'cause they women in love with the god They fuck us and suck us and love us, my nigga Back to the trap, back to the Dickies and buffs Lookin' like I drive a truck Fuckin' my bitch? Shit, better be rich, she buy a new bag of weed Goddamnit, I don't understand it, but if she's an addict, this Gucci purse gon' get her geeked Thick with her ass, she in some Betty Shabazz, pretty as Coretta Scott All that I got, she got the face of a model She got the heart of Assata She from the gutter, my nigga Wife and a mother, my nigga Winnie Mandela, my nigga Free Leonard Pelletier, my nigga, Obama Please free our mama, my nigga, Asada, my nigga Please free Mutulu, my nigga Heart of a Zulu, my nigga Free Larry Hoover, my nigga, free Jeff Fort, my nigga Fuck all the courts, my nigga Movin' like Malcolm and Martin and King Lift every voice, this the song that I sing Born in the womb of a beautiful teen I am a beautiful, wonderful thing I am a king, my woman's a queen Master Fard said we are the God I study hard like John Henrik Clarke Even in my days of whippin' the hard I'll tell the devil that Black man is God Keepin' it player, just playin' my part Lean on my Demon and post in the park Jewelry on gleamin' like Rakim Allah My Eric B. is my nine in the car You try to G me, get nine in your jaw Bless all the felons that handled the raw Fuck all the tellers that ran to the law (Hey) Watch out for the hitters with sticks in the car My name is Michael, I'm down by law Won't you help us, oh, holy Father? (Oh, holy Father) And I could show as a martyr (I could show as a martyr) Like nobody's gonna live forever and neither am I Two shots for the city that raised me (Atlanta, Georgia) Thanks for the pain that you gave me (I'm so thankful for ya) Because without it, no one would've known that I was even alive I'm down This shit is so Atlanta, down by law From Letras Mania