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(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) This my story, this my psalm, somethin' like blessed assurance Uh Ayy, Jermaine Why don't you tell these niggas the truth? Wanna tell my own story, don't want nobody to tell it for me Started off metaphoric, then I went allegory Then it got boring touring and recording, recording and touring The way that it's been goin', I need some more insurance You might oughta get security if you can afford a Urus I'm tapped in when I touch down, I'm more than a tourist 'Fore I slip up, bet my lawyer be addressin' the jury This my story, this my psalm, somethin' like blessed assurance Only thing they ever taught us to invest in was jewelry But what you really willin' to die for? Just a question, I'm curious It's a correlation between self-respect and endurance Fuckin' right, I'm still dope, need a connect? I'm the purest (Lito) Reactin' off emotion, that's some ho shit Gon' make me send some roses to your old bitch Gon' make me pull a nigga card like it's go fish Like I ain't see a platinum plaque back in '06 Like I ain't seen a million cash, my own shit And, yeah, you might've sold more, but you don't own shit And I could've been killed your ass, but you ain't on shit You and money over with, nigga, go'n and quit (bitch) Fuck a switch, nigga, aim and walk down A shame they associate my name with y'all clowns Can't even hang on your same side of town If you see me, hope I leave with the same amount of rounds (baow) 20-thou', I just made that out of town OBJ catchin' plays, tryna stay from out of bounds I know your money straight, but either way, I gotta count Ever had a task force take a safe up out your house? Askin' (just me), so many faces on litigation Some fucked-up situations, I wasn't patient I could've got a sentence, still ain't give a statement I pull up in that spaceship down in Makeship (what up, Cakes?) My shit costs a hundred, how much they spent? I smashed and she ain't charge me nothin', still might pay her rent (uh) I chased a nigga with a K and made him jump a fence I watched church the other day, I might pray and go repent I might look the other way, but ain't no way I can forget So how the fuck I'm gon' forgive? Fuck 'em, let 'em live Somebody'll probably tell, plus I got a kid Streets already dead, I'm tryna adjust to how it is Just want you to trust me and all this love I got to give Need for you to believe in me like Cus D'Amato did Baby mama cool, but she just cussed me out again Whatever, I just gotta grin, 'cause we gotta win I just need TLC, what about your friend? Don't go chasin' waterfalls, lookin' for revenge Whole summer '16, tryna make amends Ever since, we been off and on, guess we ain't convinced I sense discontent every time you vent Always on defense, that's why it's so tense I'm a king and I need a queen, let's just make a prince, hmm-mm Uh (Lito)