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List of issues longer than a yardstick
Chopper slaughter all my dawgs we all pit
Whip the Honda so hard make the car flip
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I made a lotta mistakes in my past but I never envisioned they'd throw me in jail
Pray for my freedom, I know that I'm slippin, thank God for my Grandfather ropin me out
I'm fightin felony charges, I'm trippin, but livin like I don't need nobody help
I use to base all my music on fiction yea that year was fun but now this gettin real
Good thing the number of times I had faith well surpasses the number they wrote on my bail
God as my witness I would've been rottin in prison thank Jesus He showed me the trail
But I'm confused and I don't mean to question the Lord that I follow but He know me well
How am I supposed to be happy in Heaven when I know that all of my friends go to hell?
List of issues longer than a yardstick
Chopper slaughter all my dawgs we all pit
Whip the Honda so hard make the car flip
Watch out for the Dirty Ghetto Dark Jit
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