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For trying times we had religion
Thank God for the times that we beat the system
Been a victim and been victorious
Brought them on park and notorious
So we gotta do it big in this thug life (thug life, thug life, thug life, thug life, thug life)
Murder over life before they take yours
You gotta practice plays before you make scores
Practice imperfection in the highest form
Everyone around me animal, don't make these lions roar
So what we're fighting for?
Black child under the black cloud, can we stop the storm?
Life is drawn beautiful but easy to erase
Mistakes can be corrected, don't let it be your fate
Posted in happiness, bought some real estate
So I'll be lying if I said I feel the same (feel the same)
I did a couple of years ago (couple of years)
Rehabilitated my self-mind in the physical
Took a break, niggas hated, and comeback is impossible
Shit, that's just another obstacle
Nothing foreign to me
I'm still flooring in a foreigner's feet
Ghosts got corner, I got corner the beat
So all my dead homies rest in peace
I'm the voice so the listeners see
How we really lived on these streets
My rap's a conversation on beats for real ones
The ones knocked off their feet got up and still one
Tight damage you can't vanish but manage to heal from
Dedicated to the soldier and the murder (and the murder)
Dedicated to the soldier and the martyr
Yeah-yeah, victory is sweet
And until we live it
Follow everything you see
And then in the morning, for you everything was sweet
The rain makes you appreciate the sunshine
A liberated mind will never let you feel confined
Iron sharpens iron, nothing in our circle is a weak mind
Stay humble and kind but never push over
Work hard for everything don't rely on lucky cloves
Rules, egos, and chip shoulders can deflate your mission
They say money can repair a man, but I'd rather pay with wisdom