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98 Lyrics by Fayde

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[Hook]
Praise the Lord in Jesus name (Jesus name)
Praise the Lord in Jesus name (Jesus name)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Fayde]
Praise the Lord in Jesus name
Let's go back to '98
Back when Momma lived with Grandma
Cause she made a few mistakes
Back when DotMan was a great
Before we fell in love with weight
Didn't care was overweight
But now I gotta watch my weight
Pull up on an MLK
My older brother's in the parking lot
Never wanna watch me
Cause a lil nigga talk a lot
Didn't give a fuck
Cause every move they made a nigga watch
Seen 'em make a couple racks
And give a fuck 'bout duckin' cops
Swervin' in a fuckin' drop
95 on 95
In the passenger
While daddy raced a couple foreign cars
Almost died a couple times
But shoutout to my fuckin' pops
Always told me
"Champ, be every single thing your daddy's not"
Everything I want I got
Niggas hatin' on ya but
I just do my thing
Bro I got dreams of condos in Dubai
She said "Fayde, you changed tonight"
Had to change, was fuckin' up
Now they pay me one or more
To rap about my fuckin' life

[Verse 2: Fayde]
Niggas always talkin' 'bout problems
Niggas don't got no problems
Niggas said lay off the drugs
So Yung Killa be high on the island
I'm thinkin' bigger than that
I worry 'bout coppin' the island
I'm from the 416
Don't forget my shit
Don't forget this story I spit

[Verse 3: Fayde]
Let me take niggas back to it, light years
Buzz Lightyear fallin' off my high chair
High school nigga went to a new school
Bumpin' Big Sean
Holly boy in the bathroom, ahh
Ni-Niggas like what
Tenth grade found a little money, glo'd up
Little señorita wanna let a nigga fuck
But we off that
Quiet nights with the loud pack
Cryin' to my shawty cause a nigga miss that
Oh Lord, how I miss that
Holy God flow with the holy God complex
Late night dreams with a bright Rolex
All night schemes for the next big check
Lurk Bruce Wayne could've cost my press
Never front for the net
Fuck with the [?]
'Fore the shit get real
I use a slave to the boys in the field
Been 'bout work
Never fall in love cause I ain't that hurt
Never want a shot
Cover this ain't worth
Hot boy, always on the block like turf
Choke in the holder
Let me pop this purp
[?] nigga rude boy
[?]
Pussy boy [?] forgettin' in my hurst
If he bust a chopper, better hit me first
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