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Yeah, I’m singing my song
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Yeah, I’m singing my song
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For the squad, for the squad, for the squad
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What if God, what if God run the squad
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Leave the signs to the zodiac
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I don’t need em, I just go attack
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I make it epic call me Iliad
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Quit playin with me, I go really bad
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All 19, listen
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They gon have to hold me back
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They gon have to hold me back
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They gon have to hold me back
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Yeah, really on God, yeah
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Really on God, yeah
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Ask me where my Rollie at
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Can I ask you where your soul is at
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Cause they get funny with that holy rap
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Cause I can do this all day, though
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My homies call me Thanos
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Cause that brother only snap
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Living in a new era where they only cap
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Southside, intellectual with holy plaque
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I like Jesus, I like Jesus over Florida trap
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Living water, water pitcher, won’t you get a catch
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Wait, just run it up, I got an open tab
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And won’t you go and get another round
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They gon have to dumb it down
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Put, put, put, put, put, I don’t dumb it down
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I be giving all I got
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Really living more than sentimental
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Put it in the middle of an instrumental
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Every jot and tittle from around the pencil
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Riddle with the scribbles of the Father’s riddles
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Let me get a griddle, can I cook a little with the
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Modesty, you tell em I am not playing, boy
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Jesus coming back and I am not staying, boy
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You loving money, ain’t looking too favorable
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Blood on my hands, then I’ll say what I say to you
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Hip-hop was dying and I brought the Savior through
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Then it’s unbreakable, you better make a move
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What you gon take with you
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I never switched up, I never ditched us
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When they dissed us, I think and flinch up
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Ask my sister, we don’t give up
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Ready to die for the truth that clinched us
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Lyric
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You can’t bench us, get your weight up
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Cause you can’t bench the wall we lift up
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I come around, man, the boy be business
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Everybody down when the Lord be with you, nah, man
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Yeah, I’m singing my song
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Yeah, I’m singing my song, with the squad, with the squad
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Yeah, I’m singing my song
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Yeah, I’m singing my song
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Yeah, I’m going off til I fall
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This is not a drill, it’s a real attack
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Ayy, for the squad and affiliates
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I make it epic call me Iliad
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Quit playin with me, I go really bad
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All 19, promise
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They gon have to hold me back
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They gon have to hold me back
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They gon have to hold me back
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Yeah, really on God, yeah
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Really on God, yeah
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Really on God
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Really on God
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I am Really on God
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Yeah, Really on God
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Ayy, Really on God
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Me and my dogs
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Try to put a call and the King is on a somg
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Fifteen years {raw)
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If I got more, he can have it all, yeah
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He can have it all, yeah
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Let the sweat fall
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Til the world know
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Your glory alone
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Not wanted for my songs
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All for the lover of my soul
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Even unto death
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I don’t even know where that came from
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Leave the signs to the zodiac
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I don’t need em, I just go attack
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I make it epic call me Iliad
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Quit playin with me, I go really bad
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All 19, listen
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They gon have to hold me back
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They gon have to hold me back
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They gon have to hold me back
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Yeah, really on God, yeah
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Really on God, yeah
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