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letra de hd - g jones

[pimp c talking]

[verse 1]
sleep don’t exist
in this line of work i profess that will be all the sleep you’ll get
ain’t got it inside me to rat on n0body i’m pleading the fifth
me i dun walked through the realist my n-gga my feet is legit
you peeping the drift
my n-gga you probably would run
probably the type get to squeezing then end up dropping your gun
i am the one
came from the dominant one and he made me the prominent one
i am the son
swear that it ain’t not a nan not a n-gga as hot as the sun
time has begun
i hope that your mama can come
and i hope that the doctors can come
cause i ain’t afraid to k!ll
i ain’t afraid to die
look at the state of mind
i see the tv and media steady confusion polluting the babies minds to make em blind
so they can patronize and lead em astray but nah
i know my purpose on earth is to bring em the truth that would open up asain eyes
o gracious god
look what you made of i
can’t let em plagiarize and take what’s mine
ain’t no complaining now
praying i make it out
erasing minds
just for the sake of time
looking thru satan’s eyes
will make ya cry
drown in a lake of fire
time that you say goodbye

[pimp c talking]

[verse 2]
sleep don’t exist
in this line of work i profess that will be all the sleep you’ll get
ain’t got it inside me to rat on n0body i’m pleading the fifth
me i dun walked through the realist my n-gga my feet is legit
you peeping the drift
they told me to call you and dammit i called you
word to allah ain’t been able talk
i’m living so wonderfully breathing and walking
and i should be dead up inside of a coffin
ripping ya battery holder up outta ya f-cking controller forever be off and
i hope that he slip and i’m right there to catch him
gone roll up and wet him on god i’mma off him
how you could you hate on a n-gga who’s genuine
strings attached no playing a instrument
how could you hate on a n-gga that’s making way for the children who livin in innocents
biting the hands that feed it’s sickening
i’m baby g’sus it ain’t a coincidence
jesus got hated on hated by many
you making a car without putting the engine in
n-gga i’m ready to die
i’m tired this pain
i’m tired of this rain
i feel it inside
ain’t playing the games
or saying no names
we livin a lie
i’m winning inside
within me inside
the spirit of god
i feel it arise

[pimp c talking]

- g jones

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