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Being enlightened is no longer enough; you must apply Being willing is no longer acceptable; you must do Make it count Na-na-nah! I gotta shake this Na-na-nah! I gotta, I gotta shake this jail shit off me "He ain't gon' never sell, he gon' fail" shit off me, huh I gotta shake this weak shit off me, and keep shit off me And leave it in the streets like, "Bitch, get off me!" 1977, July 5th Conceived immaculately was me, my mom's gift Unwrapped right there in the room, like Christmas My mind has been designed to do, like, distance Run whole laps around y'all with my thoughts You ain't hold back on yours, nah, that's my fault Now, picture me falling All the way to the bottom, and I'm laying there, calling "Somebody, come help me" Find my strength to stop drinking this poison 'Fore I drown my gift, and yeah, it's prolly unhealthy 'Cause I went so hard, and woke up sober I lost my good friend and broke up soldiers Loco, going hard as a locomotive Letras de cancionesSelf-loathing, like I ain't chosen Shows to bless souls get exposed Just know that I ain't folding, huh I gotta shake this, shake this Na-na-nah I gotta shake this, shake this Na-na-nah I gotta, I gotta shake this jail shit off me "He ain't gon' never sell, he gon' fail" shit off me, huh I gotta shake this weak shit off me, and keep shit off me And leave it in the streets like, "Bitch, get off me!" September 18th, 2-oh-oh-6 (Six) I roll up in the court, thinking, "This should go quick" On some couple-thousand-dollar-suit-type shit From behind thousand-dollar Cartier 'scrips I witnessed my world tumble down like bricks Two words she slurred, and they sounded like this: "One year" Traveled through the room like moonlight through the darkness Ooh, it's heartless, how could I beat two felonies? Then turn around and lose, like—lose like this? My lawyer saying, "Stay calm"; people saying, "Pray for him" They locking my Black ass up, like Akon My wife at the crib, going crazy Pregnant, yelling, "I ain’t having no more babies!" People saying Preem ain’t fucking with me no more Niggas in the pen, looking homo, no, no! I gotta shake this, shake this Na-na-nah I gotta shake this, shake this Na-na-nah I gotta, I gotta shake this jail shit off me "He ain't gon' never sell, he gon' fail" shit off me, huh I gotta shake this weak shit off me, and keep shit off me And leave it in the streets like, "Bitch, get off me!" Fresh out of jail, feeling like Christopher Walken The king of my city, swinging my dick as I’m walking Up to the seven-fifty, I open the door My cuz and, like, several bitches make up the décor I look in, he got a cup, and he pours I tell him, "Nah, I’m good"—I would’ve chugged it before I’m a new man, but I could fuck with a whore Nigga, my dick so hard, it’s prolly touching the floor Riding 'round in the back of a black luxury toy Getting sucked, like, "Niggas cannot fuck with me, boy" When I look in the mirror, all I see is the real Your nigga shouldn’t be here, R.I.P., if you will I’m the moment of truth I’m the only significant thing roaming the scene Soon as I go in the booth, I'ma do it this time I'm feeling really defined Unsigned to signed, nigga, the city is mine I gotta shake this, shake this Na-na-nah I gotta, I gotta, shake this, shake this Na-na-nah I gotta, I gotta shake this jail shit off me "He ain't gon' never sell, he gon' fail" shit off me, huh I gotta shake this weak shit off me, and keep shit off me And leave it in the streets like, "Bitch, get off me!" Bitch, get off me! Ge—Get off me! Get off me! Bitch, get off me! Now, do that make me a liar? Get off me! Get off me! Get off me! From Letras Mania