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I be feeling a way about it
Okay, let's pray about it
Okay, let's talk it out one more time
Oh homie don't play about it
Lil homie don't spray about it
Big homie might bang about it
Big homie might pull up on somebody
Chopper sing about it
I be making my way about it
Mama said don't stray about it
Papa said don't cry
Papa said be tough
Be a grown ass man about it
I was like 18 or something
Running from police or something
Running from my dreams, my enemies try to beef about it
I'll be feeling a way about it
Okay, let's pray about it
Big homie don't play about it
Big homie don't play about it
Big homie don't
Picture of me rolling
Living and sinning is killing me slowly
I just been moving and living unholy
As long as I'm breathing with all of my homies
I'm in the presence of pain and I'm lonely
Fuck out my face 'cause them niggas don't know me
I wasn't there, I was living it cozy
Till I heard something just happened to Kobe
Till I heard something just happened to who
Till I heard something just happened to Kobe
Started embracing and telling my truth
Homies is asking what happened to you
They still addicted to all of these women
In dirty positions and dirty decisions
I had premonitions
The heavens gone visit
Securing my ticket, begin on my mission
Fuck out my face
Him on the way
Trumpets be playing, they open the gates
Cleansing my character head to the toe
Who's gonna make it?
I wanna know
Niggas been faking up on the low
Niggas been lying, shucking and jiving
Them and the spirit was never aligning
It's all in designing
I feel a way about it
Mama said don't stray about it
Papa said don't cry