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The Realest Regardless
Even though I'm trying to get my life together
I'm still praying everybody keep doing better
Everyday I'm coming in from bad weather
Hard times on my back like bird feathers
But trouble don't last always and forever
I'm hurt I'm helped by angels and devils
Some hope I stop I put the pedal to the medal
They hope I quit I make em sick cause I never keep my mind on nothin but making my life better
Man these ain't songs I'm writing God letters
You know how it is man don't listen
He just hate on your dreams and then he keep pissin
In the same old pot that I wasn't given
But good luck to ya people good luck to ya feelings
If people start dying then I guess made killin
If people love my rhymes then headed toward a million
Give a what about scars cause scab keep peelin
Giving praises to my lord I gotta keep kneelin
Every time I'm hurt he don't have to keep healing
But he do it anyway, thats why everyday I got time to pray
No time to hate to much time play
Regardless of debate me and God relate
I know he feel my pain I'm a tear on his face
I guess I'm kin to rain thats why I cant escape
Though I can't replace we all make mistakes
So I'll always love the women gave me my kid's
Even if we not together I'll pray and wish
I know I got shoes another man can't fit
Some of yall misused who another man with
You ever get blues and get sick of this shit
Sittin in ya chair ballin up your fist
Tears in ya eyes thinking bout the shit
But I gotta let her go like my blue crown vic
Fuck you fakes you don't know what a true heart is
I anticipate the hate on the realest regardless
I'm still praying everybody keep doing better
Everyday I'm coming in from bad weather
Hard times on my back like bird feathers
But trouble don't last always and forever
I'm hurt I'm helped by angels and devils
Some hope I stop I put the pedal to the medal
They hope I quit I make em sick cause I never keep my mind on nothin but making my life better
Man these ain't songs I'm writing God letters
You know how it is man don't listen
He just hate on your dreams and then he keep pissin
In the same old pot that I wasn't given
But good luck to ya people good luck to ya feelings
If people start dying then I guess made killin
If people love my rhymes then headed toward a million
Give a what about scars cause scab keep peelin
Giving praises to my lord I gotta keep kneelin
Every time I'm hurt he don't have to keep healing
But he do it anyway, thats why everyday I got time to pray
No time to hate to much time play
Regardless of debate me and God relate
I know he feel my pain I'm a tear on his face
I guess I'm kin to rain thats why I cant escape
Though I can't replace we all make mistakes
So I'll always love the women gave me my kid's
Even if we not together I'll pray and wish
I know I got shoes another man can't fit
Some of yall misused who another man with
You ever get blues and get sick of this shit
Sittin in ya chair ballin up your fist
Tears in ya eyes thinking bout the shit
But I gotta let her go like my blue crown vic
Fuck you fakes you don't know what a true heart is
I anticipate the hate on the realest regardless
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