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                <Lyrics>
                    Ozzy ozzy ozzy
                    Damn boy
                    Did you pray before you ate your dinner?
                    Oswin Oswin
                    C'mon boy
                    Wake up son! I see a sink full of dishes 
                    Oswin, 
                    Me and your father talking, just wait till we're finished
                    He ain't take his Ritalin
                    One more suspension, 
                    That boy outta the district
                    I remember
                    Wintertime
                    1998
                    Son said something real slick bout mom
                    Next day went to school stabbed son in the face
                    But my momma instilled in Godfrey he's a god
                    Through the ass whooping
                    Through out the scars
                    Spare not the rod she ain't spoil the child
                    My father didn't either
                    Yolanda Adams, Kirk Franklin 
                    Ran through our speakers
                    Fake jays I spray painted sneakers
                    Teachers
                    Sedated my genius 
                    And birthed a leader Nice to meet ya ah

                    Verse 2
                    Sorry Joel
                    Sorry Grandma
                    Provided condoms
                    I still ain't strap up
                    Doctor Said to tell them what happened
                    Had to call the women I fucked
                    Ran up my data
                    That Chlamydia freed me
                    Pills, eviction notices showed me the real me
                    The pain and embarrassments what I needed to heal me
                    Feel free
                    To reveal me and the shit I missed
                    I expose my woes you little bitch
                    If you feeling a way the meant it
                    Steel tongues in glass jaws I don't get it
                    Negativity in my peers and my debit
                    Goin in till I'm out of collections
                    Freedom God
                    They slaves to their own ways
                    Freedom God
                    Free them God
                    Free me God
                    Freedom God
                    Freedom God
                    Yeah 
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                    Need your hand up off the wheelNo no don't need no chauffeur
                    Handle on my drive. I Kyrie the notion.
                    I don't need your Two Cents, keep that in yo loafers
                    Turned powder into milk, the bed to a sofa 
                    Syrup on the wonder bread a prayer unto Jehovah
                    Water with the lemon drops, held a n***a overWet dreaming of being in chocha, 
                    Day Dreaming of being older watching Arnold Gerald and Olga 
                    Before the focus before life approached us
                    N****s had the glow in a world full of shonuffs Divinely selectedUnaware I'm chosen Delay by my collarbone. Weight on my shoulder. Baptized in creatine I wade in the water.  Momma insufficient funds  Laid at the alter  Olive oil when she prayed for us GOD! Phone off but I still can't stray from the call.  No No

                    CHORUS
                    My momma prayed for me
                    When I couldn't pray for myself, my momma prayed for meWhen I couldn't find no one else, my momma prayed for meY'all be glad my momma prayed for me
                    You better pray I have mercy on you
                    VERSE 2Either wasn't enough oil or Momma didn't pray that goodI took a toke and saw the demons in the old backwoods 
                    Aint No rhythm dancing wit the devils. With a long flat foot and two left feet. Cuffing hearts with intent to cardiac arrest me 
                    Condemned but you blessed me 
                    On a roll with the one above when y'all would detest me use my name just to push my buttons they love to oppress me 
                    Luke Cage to the hatred endured durable passion 
                    Passive to fact that My flesh weak DepressedBut The best Me on the way nowPrayed To the lord Like shuttlesworth for the rain Down  
                    Took a lot of L's my Allen keys opened doors
                    more rays then Flanagan. Sun. Slept on but they wake now double minded men unstable in all they ways. Spread. Hate. Then sing praise Too Phony y'all Kevin gates woah Olive. Oil Kept the Legion awayThe worst situation bought the best outta me. Hey hey
                     CHORUSMy momma prayed for meWhen I couldn't pray for myself My momma prayed for meWhen I couldn't find no one elseMy momma prayed for meY'all be glad my momma prayed for me, you better pray I have mercy on you  
                    VERSE 3 Jeremiah 29:11 on my chest A permanent reminder that he's ordering my steps He took delight in me, then put this light in meMagnetic pull to my virtues in the vice city
                    While its big to pop a n***a for acting shifty I shimmy out the way to be portrayed as I modern Diddy.  WOW 
                    Exercising demons bent outta shape to ensure y'all feel me. 
                    Through the speakers before the reaper come get me.
                    You don't like me it's cool, blame GOD he sent me
                    In the valley of death I still manage to be a Lilly. I manage to make him proud without the pride. 
                    In me the tools I needed to open doors. Was pried in meevery time. I see olive oil I'm reminded of sacrifices every time. 
                    Card Momma punched to put the time in every syrup sandwich to stick to my stomach lining the water with lemon line. 
                    Every alter where momma prayed live.  CHORUSMy momma prayed for meWhen I couldn't pray for myself, my momma prayed for meWhen I couldn't find no one else, my momma prayed for me Y'all be glad my momma prayed for me, y'all better pray I have mercy on you 
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                <ISRC>QMEU31824813</ISRC>
                <Lyrics>
                    Intro
                    Said I been the man
                    Yessuh 
                    First class flights on the Delta
                    Checks still sittin on the dresser Yessuh
                    Y'all settle for the lesser
                    Said I been the man
                    Yessuh
                    Head down but I stay blessed up
                    God told me that I'm next up Yessuh 
                    Yessuh

                    Verse 1
                    Uh,
                    Glad that I loved and I lost, 
                    Then never had loved at all
                    Ma said keep God in the line
                    Even when sprint try to cut you off
                    My resume wasn't good for the call back
                    But the plan A too good for a fallback though 
                    Royalty in these quotes,
                    Made me put a crown where the ball cap goes
                    Big talk, from the underdog
                    Don't fear no man under God
                    Lime light don't build character
                    But the lessons learned in the shadows does
                    You see I seen the most death when loves involved
                    Lived to see my odds even out
                    And the ones that said I wasn't shit, all on my dick and I ain't even pull the penis out





                    Chorus
                    Said I been the man
                    Yessuh 
                    First class flights on the Delta
                    Checks still sittin on the dresser Yessuh
                    Y'all settle for the lesser
                    Said I been the man
                    Yessuh
                    Head down but I stay blessed up
                    God told me that I'm next up Yessuh 
                    Y'all settle for the lesser hold up

                    Verse 2
                    Simmer down, simmer down 
                    Figure all your feeling out 
                    Aye
                    Momma said that skies the limit
                    I don't see no ceilings now
                    Aye
                    I don't see no limitations expectation lost a lot of meaning
                    Killa cam I'm diplomatic in my speech you know I really mean it woah
                    See it now
                    No weed and I see the clouds
                    Old deacons believe me now?
                    This what I dreamed about
                    Feel like Nutso looking down on you Uncle Toms like we even now 
                    Cabrón
                    Clark Kent called my phone and told me I remind him of Hov
                    Teachers told me bacon, eggs, and cheese
                    Was the closest I'd be to honor roll
                    Ha ha
                    Jokes on you
                    Never put the soul on snooze
                    Mm mm mm
                    I either win or I learn Oswin don't know how to lose
                    Nope
                    I remember Oz being late on Rent
                    To getting brain like scarecrow 
                    Make no sense
                    I kept fear from lion
                    Kept heart on tin (ten)
                    With no pen 
                    Just draw off inspiration 

                    Chorus
                    Said I been the man
                    Yessuh 
                    First class flights on the Delta
                    Checks still sittin on the dresser Yessuh
                    Y'all settle for the lesser
                    Said I been the man
                    Yessuh
                    Head down but I stay blessed up
                    God told me that I'm next up Yessuh 
                    Y'all settle for the lesser hold up

                    Yessuh
                    Can I get a Yessuh 
                    Yessuh
                    Yes you can, yes you can
                    I'm bout to talk to em Chris
                    Yessuh
                    Yessuh
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                    Verse 1
                    They say that pressure bust pipes and make a diamond shine
                    Either way it's a process I promise that Ima be honest 
                    Track my progress until my moments immortalized
                    And my legacy's fortified
                    I manifested everything I've written into existence 
                    Acquired my excellence through persistence 
                    I admit it
                    Still I'm fearful of everything that this journey comes equipped with
                    The failures the gains
                    The roads that'll change
                    When the change converts to millions
                    I pray that I won't change religion and worship shunt through these dollar bills and
                    If I buy anything
                    It be Stephanie's wedding ring
                    In addition to clarity
                    When it comes to this business and bitches
                    And the leeches that see a shade of green in this nigga
                    A lot of eyes a lot of ears on me
                    A lot of doubt a lot of prayers on me
                    Jehovah said to cast my cares on him
                    But if I step out of this boat I fear for God that I ain't gone swim
                    The pressure getting to me

                    Chorus
                    Man I pray that my fear of being great
                    Is way bigger than my fear of even trying
                    I just wanna be a diamond
                    And I heard that pressure bust pipes
                    And I heard that pressure make diamonds
                    I just hope they wasn't lying




                    Verse 2
                    I had to learn to fix my vision 
                    I'm my own optician
                    Teary eyed as I battle myself to get it
                    Believe nigga believe!
                    Affirmations I tried to wear on my chest with my self-esteem on my sleeves
                    See y'all can see it can't you
                    I tried to hide it in my faith and like a rocky statue
                    Y'all still feel he ain't real
                    Maybe it's paranoia
                    Maybe survivals guilt don't crept on my look at you corpses
                    Y'all dead afraid to dream 
                    Get the fuck up Outta these offices nigga know you're important 
                    Know I'm shifting this All on you outta fear that I've harbored
                    See I envy you niggas 
                    All plain and mundane
                    Complain bout yo Monday's
                    Hate that occupation that you got diplomas to entertain
                    You consumers don't know the strain that weighs on a creative's brain
                    These demons will turn Joel Osteen into Kurt Cobain
                    Johnny 5 leave yo circuit short 
                    Blow a whole in your main frame 
                    I done seen it all
                    See every fear that I've written found a place in your spirit
                    I treat your ears like therapy pray you help me evict them
                    Before I become a victim
                    Of album sales 
                    Conversations bout Forbes list 
                    And the privacy that I lost 
                    Is it all worth all of this shit
                    The pressure getting to me
                    Feeling these blues like Tookie
                    But I know
                    That Steph is believing in me 
                    And Ty is believing in me
                    Kellz and Sway believe in me
                    God believe in me
                    Ima be alright 

                    Chorus
                    Man I pray that my fear of being great
                    Is way bigger than my fear of even trying
                    I just wanna be a diamond
                    And I heard that pressure bust pipes
                    And I heard that pressure make diamonds
                    I just hope they wasn't lying (x2)

                    Instrumentation and melodic vocals
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                <ISRC>QMEU31824815</ISRC>
                <Lyrics>
                    Leviticus intro
                    Alright, alright, So uh, I heard y'all niggas been lookin for me
                    Heard y'all niggas wanted to
                    Rump wit the big dog
                    That's what they call it in the hood
                    Well look man I was talking to my boy Johnny
                    My boy Johnny, he told me he said
                    Niggas is hatin on you man.
                    And you know what I told Johnny? 
                    I said Johnny look,
                    Ok If I had three wishes right, right?
                    And I said yo, uh
                    I used those three wishes to an asshole
                    A porcelain toilet
                    And a roll of Downy 
                    Y'all still wouldn't have shit on me
                    Ya dig that?
                    You sanitation, recycle Tuesday morning,
                    Paper, metal, plastic, scented glad bag trash ass niggas
                    I been molded by the same Clay as Cassius baby
                    And I'll be the greatest even when I'm in the casket baby

                    Verse 1
                    A lot of bad decisions
                    A lot of y'all facts are missing
                    I don't ask permission 
                    I kinda just ask forgiveness 
                    I crafted cartons for missing content 
                    Y'all rapping different 
                    A lot of that auto tuning
                    A whole lot of that ad-libbin'
                    A Deity with this verbiage
                    Hence the apparition 
                    A seed of the sun of Adam
                    Still everything that Adam isn't 
                    A conversation with grandpa Eddie that followed Christmas
                    Gifted wit wisdom
                    Oliver people frames facilitated his vision
                    He said a statement and I won't forget it
                    Listen
                    The one mouth and the two-ear theory
                    Jehovah made us this was to tell to listen two times as much as we form a sentence
                    Before you fix yo lips saying shit, if you gonna regret it
                    I gave a lot of thought to this before I said it,
                    My throw always will make gravesites of y'all best shit
                    Y'all full of shit like an autopsy for Elvis 
                    And I'm full of Gold like the Benz Pusha T pendant nigga

                    Leviticus
                    Ok ok ok ok I must say this one thing man
                    I put that on the founder of Benadryl, and the founder of Tempur-pedic mattresses baby 
                    I'm getting tired of mothafuckas sleeping on me
                    Ima wake me up 
                    I mean funeral service, Tom Ford, 3-piece suit, 
                    Wake these motha fuckas up

                    Verse 2
                    Y'all keep talking that big shit
                    You keep your mouths open under the pluming
                    I'm coming
                    With more flows then a building under construction 
                    I'm coming
                    Her head'll lead to concussions 
                    Tunnel vision
                    Like Kodak Black featured Harriet Tubman 
                    See cold niggas never needed to hide behind fire production
                    Me, I deliver the gold
                    No matter the track or the feature I'm Michael Johnson in 96' sprinting 200 meters tell y'all niggas to run it
                    Yo pedestal
                    And yo jewels
                    Get a verse with me on it
                    Nigga you'll be making withdrawals like animations you comics
                    I tried to keep it platonic
                    But see I fuck with you niggas less than confederates in Hilfiger Boxers
                    I promise
                    Never compromise for the novice ask em
                    Pussy and niggas all the same, 
                    Getting into it can get distracting
                    I'm a reflection of a different ranking
                    So step yo bars up
                    You lack the connection I see you lagging 
                    You too far behind 
                    To ever pay you no mind 
                    Get off me

                    Leviticus
                    Alright alright ima say this for the last time baby
                    Ima put you bitch niggas in the kennel you keep telling yourself you could see me 
                    I dare you
                    You Helen Keller, Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles,
                    Georgia on my mind, Ribbon in the Sky singing ass niggas
                    You need a certain type of vision to see me baby
                    That's the Stan Lee Avenger talk baby
                    I'll still bag your bitch wholesale nigga don't play with me
                    Big toe hanging over the flip-flops and all that
                    Yaw dirty still running through the sprinklers
                    Put down the saltines and get your sodium situated
                    Ya salty, Ya seasoned, Ya Lowry ass motha fuckas
                    Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
                    You talking to me about being a man
                    Huh? Me?
                    Nigga I got condoms you could fit ya whole body in little nigga
                    You ain't a man
                    You a Mountain Dew, Top pop,
                    Low sperm count having child
                    That should be punished for taking to the breath that the good Lord gave you to speak my name out loud
                    Get your coins up before you step to this machine and get changed nigga 
                    And I ain't gone say it again...
                    Bitch.
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                <ISRC>QMEU31824816</ISRC>
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                    Verse 1
                    Uh
                    God in the flow, Stepped off the boat,
                    And kept on the humble uh
                    All of this hate, and all of these promises you adjust too uh
                    Lost your way to find who you are
                    Teddy Bruckshot ya gone to far
                    Found myself in estates with bricks of foundation build with fake love on God eyy

                    I know pain like Martin name
                    It's finally paying off
                    What's the point of knowing what you know if you ain't saying some
                    Why the one that's lacking the foundation always make up some
                    Come up out your face, I'm cross your face 
                    Like Chris Benoit
                    I been way to humble y'all ain't on the shit I'm on
                    Hop up out my DM I ain't tryna do no songs 
                    I ain't tryna work
                    Bitch I'm unemployed
                    I ain't tryna link
                    Zelda just the ploy
                    Daddy been deployed
                    I ain't playing victim, every girl that ever said I lead her on was off for real
                    Kept it real and went in raw like Eddie Murphy with the red leather on for real
                    Vision clearer than a Huxtable and now it's off the cliff with all of y'all summer times on the rise I can't wait to see you fall for real 
                    For real







                    Hook
                    Uh
                    I just took my time with it,
                    I just took my time.
                    She told me take my time with it,
                    So I took my time
                    (Repeat)

                    Verse 2
                    If I buy it once, I afford it twice
                    Lucky lefty never rolled the dice
                    I'm living proof you can duck 12 and still be real
                    Word to Obie Trice uh
                    So influential 
                    Nice wit a flow so disrespectful 
                    But y'all
                    Hear the mellow tone in these instruments 
                    And sleep on credentials
                    Better check your dental when you talking to me
                    Fee when I speak nigga talk isn't cheap
                    Gotta mouth full of gold and a mind full of coal niggas die for a turn to diamonds in a week
                    Let a bygone be a bygone no beef
                    With a right arm leave the ice on your cheek
                    Don't sleep, 
                    When the lights on I'm all me
                    No gas, but you'll never see my tank on E 
                    Nigga no way
                    Came a long way
                    From the spray paint chipping off my jays in the hallway
                    Clowned me all day
                    Parked my civic in the wrong place
                    Shit seen more boots then a 3 train headed to the Barclays
                    Now I'm way way way up
                    Got the flame now
                    Pussy niggas David Blaine now
                    I done found the beauty in a good thing
                    All these bad bitches looking plain now
                    I ain't been feeling so out of place 
                    Since I got the keys to my own place
                    Turned them cold days into Colgate 
                    Learned to put smiles on my own face on God!

                    Hook
                    Uh
                    I just took my time with it,
                    I just took my time.
                    She told me take my time with it,
                    So I took my time
                    (Repeat)
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                <ISRC>QMEU31824817</ISRC>
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                    Verse 1
                    Stephanie
                    Brittny
                    Add me
                    And they hit me
                    But you say
                    That you feel 
                    A way, a way, a way yeah
                    And I can't
                    Control you
                    Cause you see
                    What you want to
                    Even
                    If I stay 
                    A way, a way, a way

                    Can't keep up with you
                    This tables not for two
                    This ain't what you do

                    It's what you say
                    I see you getting in your own way
                    There's nothing I can do to make you stay
                    You really make me feel some type 
                    of way ohh
                    Look at you now
                    You build the walls I break em down

                    You keep getting in your own way
                    I'm gone have to go and do things my own way

                    Hook
                    Look yourself into the mirror
                    It's what you say 
                    You really getting in your own way

                    Verse 2
                    Who you think you are?
                    When I'm everything that you hate that you are
                    You say that you feel a way, a way, a way
                    And if you say that you trust me, why do your actions state other wise
                    Is there enough space to love you 
                    Even if I stay a way, a way, a way,

                    Can't keep up with you
                    This tables not for two
                    This ain't what you do

                    It's what you say
                    I see you getting in your own way
                    There's nothing I can do to make you stay
                    You really make me feel some type 
                    of way ohh
                    Look at you now
                    You build the walls I break em down

                    You keep getting in your own way
                    I'm gone have to go and do things my own way

                    Hook
                    Look yourself into the mirror
                    It's what you say 
                    You really getting in your own way
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                <ISRC>QMEU31824818</ISRC>
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                    Verse 1
                    Hold up
                    Bitch don't kill my vibe
                    Nigga don't size me up
                    Don't like me but it's cool
                    You ain't gotta like
                    What I write
                    For and invite to the trunk of my mind
                    Back of my thoughts 
                    Back from the crack in the concrete rose grown out of New York
                    Out of the dark
                    A Tupac with an Ak47 and word from heaven heaven uh
                    Urban grammar word to grandma
                    I talk about hell more than I walk through it
                    I talk about God more than I talk to him
                    Talk to em
                    Preach
                    400 dollar for belt
                    200 dollar for denim and all of the women you spending your money impressing is walking in 5 dollar leggings
                    You chasing the dream or you chasing the ass
                    Investing in pussy? Invest in you craft
                    I hear what you lack
                    And that's self
                    Trying to find you trying to be everyone else
                    Y'all killing y'all selves
                    Shit
                    You cop an old jewel before the pro tools
                    Produce a load of bullshit, full clips, and old school whips but you lack the drive
                    Ya lack of ambition is matched with pride
                    You're gonna be the cause of your own demise
                    How it look
                    When you look in the mirror And see the same vision when you close your eyes
                    R.I.P to y'all 
                    I hate to see you fall
                    Cause y'all died without a purpose, worthless, what's worse is 
                    See that's the worst death of all
                    My God

                    Hook
                    Hold up,
                    Shut the fuck up nigga
                    You can take this personal 
                    While I sip on this personal
                    My nigga
                    Hold up,
                    Shut the fuck up hoe
                    I don't hear what you saying
                    Which one of these bills is you paying
                    My nigga 
                    Hold on,
                    Word to momma Ima day what I want
                    Double dare me
                    Say that I won't
                    God got me you could say what you want
                    My nigga
                    Hold up,
                    Shut the fuck up
                    I got way too much on my mental

                    Verse 2
                    Uh,
                    Let my pants sag Ima say what I want
                    Stereo broke still play what I want
                    Don't pray for me dog
                    See less saint on the alter and more saints in Laurent
                    Anaheim 
                    Saw more things then a orbacom
                    Depict more pics then a T3i
                    And spent more time then Breitling writing in candle light
                    And that's life my Nigga so
                    Don't talk to me bout no diploma
                    Don't mention no valedictorian most of my homies live life on that corner
                    And rather give dick to Victoria's 
                    Smoke marijuana and sip on Coronas 
                    I told the hoes that I'm working
                    Told the leeches go that way yeah
                    I got fired then made that fire
                    Leap of faith you ain't that brave no
                    Limelight when I'm backstage
                    Heard your hits then hit back space 
                    You can't be serious nigga nah
                    I learn from my mistakes yeah
                    Seen kinfolk turn bitch made
                    Ey yay yay 
                    C'mon boy why burn the bridge just pay the toll boy
                    Oh boy
                    Punch lines and catch phrases catch Frazier
                    Stay on y'all toes nigga
                    Young clay, I'm showing you the ropes Willie Lynch gold chain for you throats woo
                    R.I.P to y'all 
                    I hate to see you fall
                    Cause y'all died without a purpose, worthless, what's worse is 
                    See that's the worst death of all
                    My God

                    Hook
                    Hold up,
                    Shut the fuck up nigga
                    You can take this personal 
                    While I sip on this personal
                    My nigga
                    Hold up,
                    Shut the fuck up hoe
                    I don't hear what you saying
                    Which one of these bills is you paying?
                    My nigga 
                    Hold on,
                    Word to momma Ima day what I want
                    Double dare me
                    Say that I won't
                    God got me you could say what you want
                    My nigga
                    Hold up,
                    Shut the fuck up
                    I got way too much on my mental
                    You ain't been through what I been through my nigga 
                </Lyrics>
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                <ISRC>QMEU31824819</ISRC>
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                    Verse 1
                    You know that I love you right?
                    Left my ego to the side 
                    Just to get it right for you
                    Get a piece of that American' Pie for you
                    Never lie to you
                    I only lie with you
                    Lie for you
                    Ride for you
                    Till the inner tube's through 
                    And we both tired
                    I see both sides
                    I'm eye to eye with you
                    I done learned from you
                    I done tried with you
                    My daddy love you
                    And momma love you 
                    Granny love you
                    And I vibe with you
                    I appreciate that fight in you oh,
                    But I hate it when I fight with you
                    Your catalogue of problems why I gotta be the one to stumble on your pride issues
                    On them daddy issues 
                    On them trust issues
                    Insecurities that really fuck with you.
                    shit
                    All that jealous talk 
                    What's wrong with you? I just told you that I'm fine
                    uhh forget it talk
                    That whatever 
                    Fold your arms 
                    Roll your eyes for every sentence
                    Who that bitch that liked your pictures
                    Fuck these other niggas 
                    Know I love you, what you want for dinner
                    We gone make it through whatever talk
                    Yeah
                    I don't got it then she got it
                    Vice versa ain't no problem
                    A lot of things I dislike 
                    But a whole lot more I love about her
                    You annoying as all hell
                    And as real as the word of God
                    Yeah
                    You my pain in the ass 
                    And still that's everything that I want real talk

                    Hook
                    You know
                    That I
                    Can't seem to run away
                    Even if I tried to run away
                    Put it all to the side
                    From your panties, to our issues till we see eye to eye
                    Cause' you ain't goin nowhere 
                    Neither am I
                    You
                    Pray for me when I need it
                    Then you turn around and make me wanna
                    Lay hands on you
                    No one brings this out of me like you
                    (I love) you 

                    Verse 2
                    I know I'm a pain in your ass
                    Thorn in your spine
                    Crack in you glass
                    I'm annoying as
                    The sounds of the cuticles scratching on chalkboards in the classroom 
                    With an attitude as shitty as rest stops
                    Or them public bathrooms
                    Mood swings on Eddie Mathews
                    But you adjust though
                    When I start the ranting
                    She be on some ok see
                    First off you gotta chill
                    When I'm over thinking 
                    She don't wrestle wit me 
                    Keep my state of mind Gold
                    More an Oracle than anything
                    Bae knows 
                    Been around for the down pour
                    The night fall
                    The nightmares
                    The eye water
                    Pillow talk
                    Low founds 
                    On the debit
                    Low scores 
                    On the credit
                    Off the books
                    Ain't no clever way to say this shit she just make me feel good
                    Think straight
                    Read more
                    Look fear all up in the eye
                    Tell Thant nigga suck my dick
                    She be getting out of hand
                    Out of love 
                    And I love that shit
                    Daddy told me son listen
                    This is how you know to stop looking
                    When the realest nigga on your team is your woman
                    You my chest plate 
                    And my backbone
                    I go over board 
                    And bend back for
                    You my pain in the ass 
                    And still that's everything I can ask for you know

                    Hook
                    You know
                    That I
                    Can't seem to run away
                    Even if I tried to run away
                    Put it all to the side
                    From your panties, to our issues till we see eye to eye
                    Cause' you ain't goin nowhere 
                    Neither am I
                    You
                    Pray for me when I need it
                    Then you turn around and make me wanna
                    Lay hands on you
                    No one brings this out of me like you
                    (I love) you
                </Lyrics>
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                <ISRC>QMEU31824820</ISRC>
                <Lyrics>
                    Styles P verse 1
                    Benjamin
                    Ghost
                    Yeah
                    How many times should I pray a day
                    Cause I don't even sleep
                    I just stay awake
                    Hard being the players that the players hate
                    Lex got the band aids
                    I ain't tryna flex
                    I'm just tryna get a check
                    In this new GTS so 
                    I can break gravity and speed while I medicate
                    I'm the bomb I ain't detonate
                    Plant base will fuck around and poison your pepper steak
                    Gun shot to the informants 
                    Everything Irie
                    Everything enormous
                    Grew up on them corners
                    Now we in the acres 
                    What we got is sacred
                    You wit it or you not wit it
                    Oswin them Benjamin's will have the whole block clickin' yeah
                    (Say we nuh talk wit nuh Babylon)
                    We ain't got a flight but it's work in the carry on
                    Hit me twice with the 45. Told him to carry on yeah










                    Hook
                    Say we no talk wit no Babylon
                    The gun shot for the informer Lord
                    My motha irie
                    My father irie
                    But God bless the child that can hold his own
                    Man a talk wit too many people dem
                    You never see the snakes till the grass cut off
                    So tell me mother not fi take no worry
                    Cause God bless the child that can hold his own 

                    Oswin Verse 2
                    I'm just a good nigga 
                    Surrounded by hood niggas 
                    Who never learned to pull out 
                    But learned how to pull triggers
                    Who believe in the almighty dollar before their Heavenly Father
                    Not knowing when they leave they can't take it with them
                    We been the generation of degenerates
                    Children knocking grown men out cause' they bored 
                    So never play the games if you ain't got them hands bro
                    The only g code respected can't be gravity
                    Half of these niggas willing to flat line for what they stand for
                    Damn God
                    Ain't hard to believe 
                    Been trusting hoes that been swallowing sends since Adam and Eve 
                    My momma told this Moses that council can be his cure or his virus
                    So make sure that your staff ain't your disease 
                    Parted ways wit niggas
                    Boys turn to men on a bended knee 
                    I had to pray for niggas
                    Wisdom and selfish on a scale
                    I couldn't wait for niggas 
                    Second to none look at this shot clock
                    I can't play with niggas
                    Muted emotions what can I say to niggas
                    Lord






                    Hook
                    Say we no talk wit no Babylon
                    The gun shot for the informer Lord
                    My motha irie
                    My father irie
                    But God bless the child that can hold his own
                    Man a talk wit too many people dem
                    You never see the snakes till the grass cut off
                    So tell me mother not fi take no worry
                    Cause God bless the child that can hold his own 

                    Had to lose the fake to find out what the real about
                    Had to lose some wisdom just to get my feelings out
                    Found the road to righteousness along the sinners route
                    Same nigga but they looking at me different now (2x)
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                <ISRC>QMEU31824821</ISRC>
                <Lyrics>
                    Verse 1
                    I done moved
                    From my momma crib
                    To the city
                    Took the civic south bound
                    For my town and they don't know my name
                    They like ah yeah that's what's his name
                    I done been to building 400 on Fordham road so unemployment wouldn't put my benefits on hold
                    8th floor 
                    They like
                    What's my name?
                    And did I bring my resume
                    I remember spending money that I'd need for rent 
                    To recoup the tickets that I funded friends for my events when you get in you better know
                    Five hundred cash for five minutes on stage
                    Don't be amazed 
                    I been working

                    Verse 2
                    I done had my records featured
                    On the blogs I needed 
                    Checked my name huh
                    Y'all ain't proofreading
                    You fuck wit me but don't know my name
                    C'mon, what type of sense that make
                    Ok I manifested my vision uh
                    Over paying tuition uh
                    Aunts and uncles and phased at all 
                    If I ain't walking cross on stage then they don't know my name
                    Cause' I ain't do you college thing



                    Hook
                    I been working way too hard
                    (Y'all gone know my name)
                    I done slept in way too many cars
                    (Y'all gone know my name)
                    I done fucked too many bitches raw 
                    (That ain't know my name)
                    It's been a while since I spoke to the lord
                    (Pray he know my name)
                    (2x)

                    Verse 2
                    God gave me a shot and I ain't put the Cal away
                    That word to Sway
                    K-k-kept firing on a stage with 60k
                    In front of me
                    They bout to know my name
                    They bout to know my name
                    Oh my
                    Accolades been televised yeah
                    B.E.T supplied the cypher
                    I spoke my mind
                    To open minds
                    No compromise
                    Now Calvin Broadus
                    Busta Rhymes 
                    And your top 5 about to
                    Know my name
                    Ahh and that feelings great
                    Now the niggas from the town I left is in my Dm
                    Claiming I'm the best and I'm the link that's missing in the game
                    But shit done changed
                    Cause' I don't know they name
                    Ah But they know my name
                    This shit done changed





                    Hook
                    I been working way too hard
                    (Y'all gone know my name)
                    I done slept in way too many cars
                    (Y'all gone know my name)
                    I done fucked too many bitches raw 
                    (That ain't know my name)
                    It's been a while since I spoke to the lord
                    (Pray he know my name)
                    (X2)
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