Tonalité : Ab major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I wasn't always that boy you see
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worshiping up in the church
I traded worshipin' for
hustlin' and puttin' in work
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I traded Sunday service in
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for postin' on the curb
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Tryna clock all I can and milk the hood
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for what it's worth
Didn't ever think I'd be that boy
that's sittin' up in the church
Hands to the sky,
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knees bent down to the earth
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Face down to the floor,
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cryin' out, so hurt
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Ready to give my all to Jesus now
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because I know it's worth
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Supposed to die in the hood
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tryin' to get rents
My little cousin died in the hood
tryin' to get rents
Let's turn the page like seasons change
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Watch the page flip, flip, flip
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Life ain't been the same since I'm lookin'
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round like man found where my homies went
Seen a homie take a bullet,
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I ain't seen a homie since
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Believe the gospel, the Holy Spirit,
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he didn't feel me since
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Flip, flip, man that's how
the story went
Daddy wasn't around
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so I looked up to the dope
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Boy's mom wasn't around
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so I end up sellin' dope
Boy, Grams always held me down
Grams always told you boy
I heard daddy wasn't around,
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so I looked up to the dope
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Boy's mom wasn't around,
so I end up selling dope
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Boy, Grams always held me down,
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Grams always told your boy to do
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It's too much fun in my skin
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for me to try to go to church
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Those had to be my thoughts,
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though I never spoke the words
Met a couple church folks,
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heard them speak a couple words
Been to a gang of funerals,
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never did I heed the word
Too much weed on my brain,
got me slurrin' at my words
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Tryna take the start I got,
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flip it to a couple birds
Those used to be my thoughts,
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used to post a couple curves
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Only when it came to rhymin',
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did I have a lot of words
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Now I sit and hear the words,
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hymns got my hands clappin'
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Really do what I say, fam,
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I'm not just rappin'
Know you peep the flow, though,
your boy not just rappin'
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Got a lifestyle to match your boy,
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not just yappin'
I coulda died in this story,
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fam, it really did happen
Dope really was sold,
grown -ups really weren't clappin'
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That's why I thank the Lord,
I heard my Grams sayin' to me
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Sing for Jesus, dance for
Daddy wasn't around,
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so I looked up to the dope
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Boy's mom wasn't around,
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so I ended up sellin' dope
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Boy, Grams always held me down,
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Grams always told you boy
Sing for Jesus, dance for
Daddy wasn't around,
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so I looked up to the dope
Boy's mom wasn't around,
so I ended up sellin' dope
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Boy, Grams always held me down,
Grams always told me to stand up
I'm your first grandson,
came from up out your second born
A warrior,
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Grams always kept a weapon drawn
I know the enemy was in your ear like,
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why you praying for him?
I'ma get him anyway,
so why you still praying for him?
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But you still hit your knees at night
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and prayed for me
When I was tired,
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you always had a warm bed for me
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When I was hungry,
you always had a warm meal for me
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We'll never forget the day
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I heard you say you proud of me
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You'd rather lose your leg
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than have to leave your grandkids
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You'd rather lose your life
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than have to lose your grandkids
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I see you give your life up
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to raise your grandkids
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Ed na Billingsley, yeah,
that's who my gram is
One of the reasons that I
know who the Lord is
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One of the reasons that I know what love is
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I praise God that you got the
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chance to see your boy
Uh -huh
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Daddy wasn't around,
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so I looked up to the dope
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Boys, Mom wasn't around,
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so I end up sellin' dope
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Boy, Grams always held me down,
Grams always told ya, boy
Daddy wasn't around,
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so I looked up to the dope
Boys, Mom wasn't around,
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so I end up sellin' dope
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Boy, Grams always held me down,
Grams always told ya, boy
Uh -huh, yeah
Man, damns, I never forget it
When I was in the streets
doin' all crazy stuff
I still hear your voice talkin' to me like
Uh -huh, extra runnin' your house,
Lookin' for refuge
Now I'm sharin' with my kids
And tellin' them to
To my shorties
Especially you, Tranice.
You say you want to use your talent.
If you're going to use it,
you know what I want you to do,
right? Sing for Jesus.
Outro 1
Live for Jesus.
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