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Valley of Death

The meek shall inherit the earth

That's what the bible says

Walk like a giant, talk like a tyrant

Faith of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph

David and Goliath, hate me or admire

Kush burns slow as I chase my desires

Embrace my empire, batta boy eat fire

Guns like choirs when they sing, keep quite

Will I get to Heaven? Turn to Psalm 27

Lord knows when I see this monkey

I'm gon' be the devil

Be him 'cause I'm clever, beat him at whatever

You never was a G, nigga, Unit ain't together

New York's unified down south, love dat

When we get to shine, muthafuckas where the love at?

Real niggas gettin' money, betta log on

Think da games dead now? Imagine when ya dog's gone

Imagine when this song gone

When ya phone off, there's only one to call on

I mean if I die today

I could honestly say, thank you, Lord

Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord

I'm bigger than a title, bigger than a name

You could label me the biggest title in the game

Put food on the table, fed the whole city

Tell me who be the fool if the Feds come get me

Better years are better when you call it trendsetter

The world so cold hope you got a lil' sweater

Caught a lil case but he had a lil' cheddar

Planned out the 15, poured his life in a letter

Very first line he called, trick daddy stupid

Say he got aids, tellin' people that it's lupus

Not the one just to jump to conclusions

I'm gettin' money, small talk can be a nuisance

Broke chains, reminiscent to them nooses

Sittin' on deuces, new land cruisers

Who the fuck you callin' losers, you niggas losin'

Look like you could use us

When I bought my first Run DMC vinyl

And my first 2 Live Crew cassette

I woulda cried if I knew I would be where I'm at today

Took me 40 minutes to walk there to buy it

Call ya boy, A C.O. but if I really was

When all these niggas undercover, fuckin' niggas up

Keep it trilla, nigga never had a gun and badge

Kept a nice, watch smokin' on a hundred sack

Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks

Skippin' school, I saw my friend stabbed with a ice pick

Young nigga 15 with 3 C's

From that very day I carried on the 3 C's

Can't criticize niggas tryna get jobs

Better get smart, young brotha live yours

Only live once and I got 2 kids

And for me to feed them I get 2 gigs

I shuffle shit, I ceo so we can bow our head

And pray over the meatloaf

I'm lookin' at the big picture

Keep a bitch with cha, tryna get a bit richer

I remember prayin' for, for me to just get the

The opportunity to just get a record deal

And now I sign artists

Thank you, lord

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